tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34167789235419694602012-02-16T00:54:36.574-08:00Farai un vers de dreit nien: / non er de mi ni d'autra gen, / non er d'amor ni de joven, / ni de ren au, / qu'enans fo trobatz en durmen / sus un chivau. (Guilhem de Peitieu)Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.comBlogger711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-86591849866057438662012-02-05T03:19:00.000-08:002012-02-05T03:19:52.279-08:00&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">En mi mano</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">la esfera incandescente.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Trasluz</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">para esta desmemoria y su labor.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Otra vez instruido</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">en la respiración de las bestias.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>Día de las aguas</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-8659184986605743866?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-36639996372402650712011-12-31T03:04:00.000-08:002011-12-31T03:04:04.367-08:00&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A la mitad </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">las letras son blancas</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">la voz es blanca</span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">al segar baja la mano</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">no la mies</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">me alude el ritmo de la hoz.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>Día de las aguas</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-3663999637240265071?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-56060491509468584992011-11-26T03:03:00.000-08:002011-11-26T03:03:24.795-08:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nadie roce </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">lo que aún no es dominio de la luz.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Solo esa orden acatas,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">por eso en tu ojo el ave</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ha olvidado mil poemas.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>Día de las aguas</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-5606049150946858499?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-68647900796397111922011-10-22T23:32:00.000-07:002011-10-22T23:34:48.881-07:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dijera pájaro </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">en el cuenco de la tarde,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">y otra vez la clausura</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">como castigo al yerro.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ignoro el número de esta ciencia:</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">la que ventea con el hocico</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">los nombres entregados al frío.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>Día de las aguas</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-6864790079639711192?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-17166173025172231392011-09-18T06:17:00.000-07:002011-09-18T06:17:49.325-07:00&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aprendí que en esta región</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">cada palabra es deliberada,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">escritura inversa</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">para los espejos del bosque.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>Día de las aguas</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-1716617302517223139?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-829234358577562972011-08-09T03:47:00.000-07:002011-08-09T03:47:25.089-07:00&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">La carne abierta de la mañana</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">no es un ala,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">pero ambas poseen&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">los atributos de lo real.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Di nada</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">y batirán en tu nuca.</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>Día de las aguas</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-82923435857756297?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-45322631281809700872011-07-10T02:17:00.000-07:002011-07-10T02:17:27.791-07:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Si eres veloz</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">te enseñaré a silenciar la podredumbre,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a morder el oro del damasco,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a velar el sueño de las algas.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He ceñido tu égida</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">y susurrado el rezo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Si eres puro.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Francisco R. Hernández,<em> Día de las aguas</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-4532263128180970087?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-12834313283778756652011-06-11T04:23:00.000-07:002011-06-11T04:30:11.506-07:00&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Guardé durante tres días</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">el mapa del aire.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Copié sus tramas y cesuras,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">los relieves y dibujos.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">En mi mano el cobre</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">con que me pagaron.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mi cráneo será</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">el dormidero de un vilano.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>Día de las aguas</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-1283431328377875665?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-16259842497070211832011-05-01T07:08:00.000-07:002011-05-01T07:13:01.528-07:00<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Vivo extramuros.<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aquí guardo la inscripción:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Seréis como dioses</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">La piedra perdura </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">en la niebla de mi carne.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>Día de las aguas</em></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-1625984249707021183?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-91731771813851940762011-03-19T00:03:00.000-07:002011-03-19T00:17:24.984-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em></em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br />&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>Halcón embalsamado</em></span><br />&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>(X Dinastía)</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Tras el cristal </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">el halcón dibuja vuelos inagotables.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Fuera, mayo es la ardicia</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">que lo reclama para su legión.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Pero él sólo ha de trazar</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">el firme cielo de Nubia.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>Día de las aguas</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-9173177181385194076?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-39714597308991437682011-02-05T02:22:00.000-08:002011-02-05T02:31:53.520-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">No incumbe ni a vivos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">ni a muertos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Está ardiendo por ti.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Y muy lejos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">la hueste de la calígine.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>Día de las aguas</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-3971459730899143768?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-54594663391093832502010-12-31T07:09:00.000-08:002010-12-31T07:18:31.173-08:00<p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Esto que ves</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">es la mordedura del día.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">El borde rosado</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">fue trazado por la furia </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">de un cartógrafo ciego.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sea aquella llama</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">una de las pruebas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp–no la mejor–</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">de las afueras del daño.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>Día de las aguas</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-5459466339109383250?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-91075466117639963452010-11-27T10:56:00.000-08:002010-11-27T11:09:13.878-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">No hay engaño.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">El hontanar me vierte en su lecho.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">No grabaré el número en la llama.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Si no prendió antes del alba</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">fue por el tenaz olvido</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">de que todo cuerpo es victoria.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>Día de las aguas</em></span><br /><br /><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-9107546611763996345?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-59698402987094928422010-10-17T07:36:00.000-07:002010-10-17T07:51:05.321-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Nunca sueño<br />con el templo de Bethel.<br /><br />Niego con firmeza<br />la hendidura en el cielo.<br /><br />Esta no es la gramática sagrada<br />que aprendieron mis padres.<br /><br />Si el lobo come de mi mano,<br />sólo es un ardid de poeta.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de<em> Día de las aguas</em></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-5969840298709492842?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-76111189066538416812010-09-12T09:28:00.000-07:002010-10-23T22:00:57.466-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Del cuarzo al pájaro<br />sólo transcurre una llaga.<br /><br />No queda dureza en el vuelo<br />pero has leído sus simetrías.<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>Día de las aguas</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-7611118906653841681?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-53108587053879682602010-08-07T02:39:00.001-07:002010-08-07T02:40:59.806-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Habita en la salamandra</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">la memoria del fuego.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Así cada ojo sirve a su señor.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">No este pulso de sombra</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">que aún elige a sus dioses.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, Día de las aguas</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-5310858705387968260?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-78784444484119539582010-06-09T09:02:00.000-07:002010-06-09T09:14:52.521-07:00<p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ahora el ascua nada dice.<br /><br />Lado del azogue<br />&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspexilio<br />donde un calígrafo<br />&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspy sus signos.<br /><br />Preservo la sed<br />de una jauría llamada sombra.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>Día de las aguas</em></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-7878444448411953958?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-72621066968000400782010-04-17T09:33:00.000-07:002010-04-17T09:36:30.300-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Aquí el bárbaro con espuela de oro</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">y un pasadizo hasta los nombres</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">con solo abrir el signo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">la serpiente y la paloma</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">en el mismo nido.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>Día de las aguas</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-7262106696800040078?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-17249507414679733752010-01-15T23:35:00.000-08:002010-01-15T23:42:01.218-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Uncido al relámpago </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">serás animal invisible.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Nada que no disuelva </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">la flor de la fiebre.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Anocheces en el centro de la vigilia.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>Día de las aguas</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-1724950741467973375?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-40747398655986626852009-11-06T23:31:00.000-08:002009-11-06T23:34:18.052-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tú colocarás </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">la moneda bajo mi lengua,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">y la conciencia será agua</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">donde abreven las fieles bestias.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-4074739865598662685?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-19986188498279117402009-10-01T14:33:00.000-07:002009-10-01T14:41:07.147-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Cifra viva,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">nunca fuiste oscura.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">De blanco vistes en la mañana más alta,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">la que estalla en silencio.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Inmóvil la jornada </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">de quien no volverá a dormir bajo tu cimbra.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-1998618849827911740?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-88167987337912765502009-09-04T06:26:00.000-07:002009-09-04T06:34:26.027-07:00<p><br /><p><br /><P><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">También el tacto candente del día<br />lleva en su latido benéfico<br />un aviso de sobresalto en el borde.<br />En la inmóvil circunferencia,<br />un espacio donde labios o veneno,<br />&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspalternativamente,<br />se posan con la misma determinación.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-8816798733791276550?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-75051326928498217862009-08-05T08:20:00.000-07:002009-08-05T08:28:07.091-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Descienda la adormidera</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">en naves umbrías.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Olvido de toda batalla</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">y su ciencia de la carne.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Nunca fui.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sólo el guatelete</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">en vela resplandece</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">con la posibilidad de siglos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">de plata sobre la grama.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-7505132692849821786?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-43512247300443830742009-07-04T01:10:00.000-07:002009-07-04T01:23:08.360-07:00<p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">No el temblor,<br />lámina fiel que en la superficie<br />aún separa miembro y aire.<br /><br />Antes del despojo,<br />presos en la eterna claridad del viaje.<br />Temporada sin mancha,<br />acogidos por los tilos y su fe de sombra.<br /><br />Pudimos seguir así,<br />&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspinmóviles,<br />nunca ceniza,<br />casi a punto de recordar.<br /><br />Preciosa raíz de lo que no fuimos. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-4351224730044383074?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-30100920349764895502009-06-06T07:13:00.001-07:002009-06-06T07:15:42.959-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Bajo el ciclamor </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">el hueso se sabe púrpura,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">y nunca más exilio</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">porque ya es ave y ojo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de<em> La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-3010092034976489550?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-24843693068341564952009-05-11T06:56:00.000-07:002009-05-11T07:15:50.435-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Un dios enfermo desoye tu plegaria,<br />la cáscara de la sílaba<br />es arrastrada por su respiración.<br /><br />No acates.<br /><br />Haz que fulja.<br /><br />De ese incendio<br />va a nacer tu edad.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>La sed y el incendio<br /></em><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-2484369306834156495?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-33623437944065286752009-04-09T06:19:00.000-07:002009-04-09T06:21:33.903-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Quien repite gestos bajo una bóveda<br />ordena el mundo.<br />Reparte en sus cuadrículas<br />dosis no tan letales.<br /><br />Hasta que el viento dispersa ese afán<br />con la violencia de su brazo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-3362343794406528675?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-57758909868726214672009-03-07T00:59:00.000-08:002009-03-07T01:02:14.577-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Si digo cruz,<br />nunca más el cerco,<br />mercurio que cesa<br />en esta mañana primera.<br /><br />Recuerde la canción<br />los mármoles del aire,<br />la plata de los días.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-5775890986872621467?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-27595510217092732392009-02-06T22:47:00.000-08:002009-02-06T23:01:02.257-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sólo huello nieve soñada.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">La vid conoce su herrumbre;</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">el ciervo, la última fiebre.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">En la fronda, memoria del veneno</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">y sus sílabas.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Más bajo ese fulgor</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">el milagro se cumple de otra forma.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Noli me tangere.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-2759551021709273239?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-87649041503839878752009-01-01T09:05:00.000-08:002009-01-01T09:13:00.584-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Si esta diáspora al fin</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">y bebida toda la luz negra</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">regresara al verbo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">como humilde tesela</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">o nombre del olivo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-8764904150383987875?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-44349950748056672012008-12-20T23:39:00.000-08:002008-12-20T23:46:15.731-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Cóncava,<br />la voluntad expira sin mácula.<br />Y nada se cumple<br />porque sosegó el aire la fortuna.<br /><br />Inmóvil aluzaba la mañana.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-4434995074805667201?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-4349694644640460562008-11-08T02:09:00.000-08:002008-11-08T02:18:23.355-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Certidumbre de libro último,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">nada elude sus renglones.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Hasta mi transparencia escrita</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">por el mismo amanuense:</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">quien cita al halconero en el bosque,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">planta la ajedrea junto al muro,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">o copia –con fidelísima caligrafía–</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">el cuerpo de Patroclo doblegado.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio<br /></em></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-434969464464046056?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-13573051785571066862008-10-19T00:23:00.000-07:002008-10-19T00:31:30.550-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em></em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspDiscóbolo</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">No es la contienda del mármol</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">la que libra el pez de la palabra,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">ni la luz prendida en el volumen</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">acata el mismo mandato.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Pero un compás dispone el músculo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">la letanía del arquero</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">o la inclinación del celebrante.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ven a escuchar qué restalla</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">en el principio del fruto.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-1357305178557106686?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-87798357357909546792008-09-27T02:14:00.000-07:002008-09-27T02:26:09.994-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Esta es la misma tarde<br />que no cesa,<br />y su estéril victoria<br />viste túnica semejante.<br /><br />No has de morir,<br />porque nada fue celado<br />bajo el viento de transparencia.<br /><br />En los ojos de tu perro,<br />unas figuras recién llegadas.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span></span></span><em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /><br /></em><em></em><em></em></span><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-8779835735790954679?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-77925558410369786812008-08-29T09:35:00.000-07:002008-08-29T09:37:44.053-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mira cómo las pisadas<br />escriben el cauce antiguo.<br /><br />Aguarda el segundo arrebol:<br />no antes tensarás el estambre<br />hasta que las pulsaciones<br />pueblen el aire del mes.<br /><br />Después pesa el signo ardiente,<br />siempre envés bajo el agua.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-7792555841036978681?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-27157645075644149182008-08-29T09:18:00.000-07:002008-08-29T09:34:44.945-07:00<p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Destierro a Constanza</span><br /></em><br /></span><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sólo la madurez del fruto,<br />&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsppoema, <br />jura que estos versos<br />también viajaron hasta Constanza.<br /><br />Idéntico metal de nubes bajas,<br />sombra del aire extremo.<br /><br />¿Qué semejanzas esparcen su aviso?<br /><br />Mismo perseverar de lo invisible.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><em> </em></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-2715764507564414918?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-20348240775392169702008-08-10T06:21:00.002-07:002008-08-10T06:24:03.380-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sea respiración cada puntada,<br />repose el signo en la urdimbre<br />donde lo insonoro anida.<br /><br />Abrigan la hora y la certeza<br />una divisa fecunda.<br />En la nuez, la palabra.<br /><br />Otro rezo me mide<br />con su columna de pájaros.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-2034824077539216970?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-39062050238901890172008-08-10T06:21:00.001-07:002008-08-10T06:21:56.519-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-3906205023890189017?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-7374158079665608552008-07-28T23:14:00.000-07:002008-07-28T23:18:44.077-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Luz reja<br />rotura sombras<br />mientras concibe la rosa.<br /><br />Cosecha de hora pulcra,<br />también la labor del acero<br />bajo los celajes del día.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-737415807966560855?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-51573639717338607992008-07-16T13:21:00.000-07:002008-07-16T13:24:41.855-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Esta alborada contempla<br />las caricias de Acteón.<br /><br />Azuzo jaurías<br />que regresarán agotadas,<br />y como cada tarde<br />sólo la luz vulnerará límites.<br /><br />Aguardo el día<br />y su hora cárdena.<br /><br />En el bosque cada dentellada<br />leerá al fin mi carne.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-5157363971733860799?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-65607307843334739162008-07-16T13:02:00.000-07:002008-07-16T13:21:34.323-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Así el miedo sólo fue<br />un anuncio de pájaros,<br />nueva aurora del olor enfermo,<br />con su región y su tasa.<br /><br />(Escapó tras varios días sin hablar.<br />Tregua en el recodo<br />donde memorizó los enunciados,<br />única piel sin sospecha.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>De una región, clamor</em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-6560730784333473916?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-71077090312580499762008-06-22T04:20:00.000-07:002008-06-22T04:24:10.404-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">El que vio lo más hondo,<br />los cimientos del país<br /><br />Epopeya de Gilgames</span><br /><br /></em><br /><br />No mis ojos:<br /><br />débil crónica acomoda el viento.<br /><br />Aún no clamor,<br />llegue el sonido con su pulso.<br /><br />Quien a un dios nombra<br />es exacto<br />o se abisma.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-7107709031258049976?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-48067014727738926342008-06-22T03:53:00.000-07:002008-06-22T04:11:48.461-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Antes del decir,<br />los dioses se desplomaban<br />sobre la espesura.<br /><br />Allí olvidaban<br />el primer deslumbramiento<br />en un sueño de aguas.<br /><br />Palabra entonces<br />como grieta del silencio.<br />&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspAmor,<br />¿fue albor lo que afirmaste?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, en <em>De una región, clamor</em></span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-4806701472773892634?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-32651969896857050052008-06-07T00:22:00.000-07:002008-06-07T00:25:37.451-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Derrama el auriga<br />el gobierno de su estela.<br /><br />Alguien dibuja las riendas<br />y responde<br />del surco y los signos,<br /><br />de la arena hollada<br />antes de la arena.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-3265196989685705005?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-59344332892225324442008-06-07T00:19:00.000-07:002008-06-07T00:21:55.023-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Alfabeto de luz<br />derrama<br />signos<br />sobre la tarde.<br /><br />Abolida cesura<br />se alzan<br />templos<br />cerca del mar.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-5934433289222532444?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-90728593726026028622008-05-04T07:17:00.000-07:002008-05-04T07:35:41.631-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Lento el caudal<br />porque careces de fe.<br /><br />¿No divisas ya velas<br /> &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspo alas?<br /><br />Hace tiempo que bebe<br />en los ojos de tus perros<br />la sed de un incendio.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-9072859372602602862?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-85983254847459247262008-03-30T01:15:00.000-07:002008-03-30T01:19:57.816-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Espera lo que fue ocelo,<br />acerado e inquieto.<br /><br />¿Qué alimentó su corazón<br />en centurias de hielo?<br /><br />Reconoce mi marca<br />cuando no recuerdo piel donde habité,<br /><br />ampara mi voz<br />bajo el fragor de la campaña,<br /><br />protege mi sombra<br />contra el eclipse de mediodía.<br /><br />No es otra la sed<br />de quien no cesa jamás.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-8598325484745924726?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-10900648283205077332008-03-15T00:57:00.000-07:002008-03-15T01:08:24.847-07:00<p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br />Nadie medirá esta fiebre.<br /><br />Adiestrado, ofrezco el pecho<br />como jenízaro leal.<br /><br />En él se posa,<br />&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspbatir de alas lentas,<br />una huella de vuelo.<br /><br />Evoque ya mi pupila,<br />&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspsin cautela,<br />la limpia silueta.<br /><br />Con precisa grafía anticipo mi nombre.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-1090064828320507733?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-10247167108066459802008-03-15T00:50:00.000-07:002008-03-15T00:55:35.565-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Abdica el halconero<br />detrás de la tarde.<br /><br />Disuelva el trazo<br />quien sustenta sombra.<br /><br />Tu albedrío ya es agua. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de<em> La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-1024716710806645980?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-19536740800325297462008-03-08T00:02:00.000-08:002008-03-08T00:19:58.249-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Aquel año las fiebres<br />asolaron su cuerpo.<br />Llegaron con la noticia<br />de hojas ardientes y viento manchado.<br />Una vez más pensó que no se pertenecía;<br />una vez más, extraño<br />en comarca que tuvo otro nombre.<br /><br />También recordó que antes de sus pasos,<br />en la escritura primera,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">de susurros y hogueras eran los días.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, <em>De una región, clamor</em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-1953674080032529746?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-26741366966649633652008-02-29T23:39:00.000-08:002008-02-29T23:43:47.695-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Olvida el escriba si es temprano para el acecho.<br /><br />El musgo se afana<br />en labor de cerco.<br /><br />La herida imita alboradas<br />bajo su humor.<br /><br />La mano aún viaja<br />sobre la testuz de la bestia.<br /><br />Son números en sucesión.<br /><br />En última añada<br /><br />cristalizarán.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-2674136696664963365?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-9536286281743721942008-02-20T06:28:00.000-08:002008-02-20T06:32:22.497-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Alcanzara el ardid del fósil<br />mientras despliego este vacío<br />sobre el que una sustancia y su letargo<br />conciben caligrafías.<br /><br />Quien divide celajes<br />duerme invulnerable.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-953628628174372194?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-15547154779190505512008-02-09T09:30:00.000-08:002008-02-20T06:32:56.711-08:00<p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">No olvido<br />la tibia voz del manglar<br />ni el veloz tacto de la plata.<br /><br />Cifra son de esta hora.<br /><br />Circundo palabra inaugural<br />como rumor de un ejército.<br /><br />Severa<br />inscripción.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de<em> La sed y el incendio</em></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-1554715477919050551?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-87242680377432504072008-02-02T04:58:00.000-08:002008-02-20T06:33:17.735-08:00<p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Soy yo quien anochece.<br /><br />Nunca esta avenida<br />fidelísima al cauce.<br /><br />Lleva el fulgor del escudo<br />y la cautela del velo.<br /></span><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-8724268037743250407?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-25875376615664934432008-01-27T00:06:00.000-08:002008-01-27T00:15:46.160-08:00<p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Certeza de luz que nadaba<br />bajo el almendro.<br /><br />La senda labró<br />un tenaz músculo de costumbre,<br />huella del dístico<br />que sometía en su espacio<br />la avidez de la hora.<br /><br />Conjuro contra las sombras.<br /><br />El resto fue derrota,<br />divisa abrasada.<br /><br />Ahora,<br />desde el agua de nadie,<br />ruega por mí.<br /></span><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-2587537661566493443?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-86027416071106002082008-01-12T10:36:00.000-08:002008-01-12T11:01:02.713-08:00<p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Por tu vida, tus rodillas y tus padres<br />te ruego no destrocen los perros<br />mi carne ante las naves aqueas.<br /></em><br />Canto XXII, LA ILÍADA<br /></span></span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A condición<br />de elevar plegarias cada noche<br />por el cuerpo de Héctor.<br /><br />Así la lanzada se aquietará<br />&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspcautiva,<br />en piélago de trazos<br />&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspy sonidos.<br /><br />A ritmo de un cayado<br />será a la vez<br />música y conjuro.<br /><br />Intacto arribas a la sombra.<br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco Ramón Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span></p><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-8602741607110600208?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-82802644372515971032008-01-05T00:49:00.000-08:002008-01-05T01:05:01.066-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Gira la sombra del sauce<br />en fe de tránsito.<br /><br />¿Marca del tiempo?<br /><br />Edad abolida.<br />Este latido es resina,<br />&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspya pleno<br />como recuerdo de dioses. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incencido</em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-8280264437251597103?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-25157487658973744342007-12-29T00:12:00.000-08:002007-12-29T00:15:43.328-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">El súbito malestar<br />del viejo ahogado que emerge.<br />El mar estaba en la luz<br />y no en la morada,<br />benéfica tiniebla, abismo que acaricia.<br /><br />Pensó que era mejor estar muerto,<br />evitar el ascenso, la comunión lacerante<br />con el día que ya gobierna.<br /><br />Un peldaño y otro;<br />subida de frío tacto<br />hasta el fondo del ojo<br />que ya vuelve a respirar,<br />con pausa.<br /><br />Mañana en todas las afueras,<br />donde el eco de brasas<br />trae una noticia.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>De una región, clamor</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-2515748765897374434?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-63343018904251729472007-12-23T00:07:00.000-08:002007-12-23T00:11:31.092-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Regreso del sueño,<br />y recuerdo la caída de brazos abiertos,<br />justo cuando la confidencia es dulce<br />y en los labios de sábanas frescas<br />se pone fin a un perseverar obsceno,<br />al martilleo de mí mismo sobre el yunque;<br />latido y ritmo que han gobernado<br />con esa voluntad ciega o torpe.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>De una región, clamor</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-6334301890425172947?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-49168093998370141282007-12-22T23:56:00.000-08:002007-12-23T00:07:01.397-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Lanzo runas<br />que resuelven el humor de mis ojos<br />o guían la deriva en la sangre.<br /><br />Todo antes que someterme<br />al ídolo implacable<br />que mora el azogue,<br />cántico memorizado<br />&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspen el perfil.<br /><br />Hasta aquí llega su reino.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-4916809399837014128?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-68678419941274500792007-12-17T06:29:00.000-08:002007-12-17T06:32:02.937-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Dos soy para el venero.<br /><br />Quien arrastra<br />su pulso de ceniza,<br /><br />quien atento<br />mide rumor nocturno.<br /><br />Vigilo el arco de voz.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sólo uno a su linaje será fiel.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-6867841994127450079?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-37591890733666834202007-12-15T23:27:00.000-08:002007-12-17T06:25:28.756-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><pre></pre><span style="font-family:arial;">Espinazo del día,<br />ahora reconozco tu oro.<br /><br />Al borde<br />&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspla memoria vacila,<br />no merece y duda.<br /><br />En retaguardia de luz<br />respira el perpetuo sentido.</span><pre></pre></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Esto que escribo son sus nombres.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em> </span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-3759189073366683420?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-34018511773954037472007-12-15T23:26:00.001-08:002007-12-16T03:39:55.544-08:00<div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div><font face="arial">Mientras la clepsidra<br />mide esta tarde,<br />los dioses esmeran el trazo.<br /><br />Caligrafía velada<br />que abre como ciego escalpelo<br />la carne de mañana.</font></div><br /><div><font face="arial"></font> </div><br /><div><font face="arial"></font> </div><br /><div><font face="arial"></font> </div><br /><div><font face="arial"></font> </div><br /><div><font face="arial"></font> </div><br /><div><font face="arial"></font> </div><br /><div><font size="2"><font face="arial">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></font></font></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-3401851177395403747?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-3462117123722288992007-12-15T23:21:00.000-08:002007-12-16T03:39:29.002-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Un ángel roza tu pulmón,<br />y a pesar del crujido de la carne,<br />sólo es batida soñada.<br /> &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspTras la fronda,<br />de hinojos ruegas por nosotros,<br />por el descenso<br /> &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspde la memoria al hueso.<br /><br />Tú que conoces el derrotero,<br />¿serán vuelo o deseo<br />las marcas que olvida el halcón?<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-346211712372228899?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-11435579208719374302007-12-15T23:19:00.000-08:002007-12-16T03:30:25.601-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Vi al corzo boca abajo,<br />mas no su sangre.<br /><br />Augurio o remanso,<br />desde ese día<br />los caballos no reconocieron su sombra,<br />nevó en la boca de un dios,<br />dibujé letras en estaño<br />y en el centro de negra estrella<br />midieron los días su exacto soplo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-1143557920871937430?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-80847097223406782282007-12-15T23:16:00.000-08:002007-12-16T03:34:28.359-08:00<p></p><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspTodo tras sí lo lleva el año breve<br /> &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspFrancisco de Quevedo</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br />Ya deja de ser.<br />Saber olvidado en su eje,<br />minúsculo tránsito<br />que, sin embargo, mueve las estrellas.<br /><br />Escucha su giro metálico:<br />guarda la fría esfera<br />la música de mil caricias.<br /><br />Y otros muchos objetos<br />que hoy dormirán<br />el invulnerable sueño mineral.</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-8084709722340678228?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-76166118356605026012007-12-15T10:03:00.000-08:002007-12-16T03:27:07.695-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp20 de marzo</em><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Sólo resta adivinar<br />por qué hendidura cesaré.<br /><br />Bastará escuchar<br />los sonidos de esta invasión,<br />perfecta mitad del día<br />que nos arroja desnudos<br />sobre la superficie del agua.<br /><br />Clamor inmóvil.<br /><br />Ningún animal se refugiará<br />en esta fecha.<br />Desaparecerán con su memoria incendiada. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-7616611835660502601?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-26307169426127767132007-12-15T09:59:00.000-08:002007-12-16T03:20:46.884-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Te cito y encierro,<br />escancio tu sonido<br />en esta región invisible.<br /><br />Mira desde qué altura caes,<br />cómo te recojo<br />y doy calor.<br /><br />Sólo quiero tocar<br />la nervadura de tu hoja,<br />arteria sin azar.<br /><br />Sólo acompañar tu deslizamiento<br />y el rumor de la piel,<br />sin preguntar jamás<br />quién remonta por mi sangre. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de<em> La sed y el incendio</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-2630716942612776713?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-92164980596432415552007-12-15T09:49:00.000-08:002007-12-16T03:17:16.032-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">No duerme del caballo<br />la herida,<br />en el fondo respiran<br />fiebre y carne,<br />presienten sus ojos la mordedura,<br />voz de espigas<br />que nunca inclinará la calma.<br /><br />Bestia sin noticia,<br />¿cuidarán las abejas tu memoria?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-9216498059643241555?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-14849033357533765892007-12-09T10:05:00.000-08:002007-12-16T03:23:46.944-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sabe el miserable<br />que un día será agua.<br /><br />Danos hoy tu lengua,<br />con ella rescataremos el rostro,<br />el cuerpo que mereció amar.<br />Bendice la voz desnuda,<br />deja que se desplome en vuelo,<br />tanto tiempo sumergida.<br /><br />Así, ventura de una calma,<br />en paz con los libros de invierno,<br />antes de que todo hierva<br />y las cicatrices hablen en su dialecto.<br /><br />Tierna sílaba<br />&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspsusurra,<br />oráculo de todo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-1484903335753376589?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416778923541969460.post-26721887408279497282007-12-07T06:48:00.000-08:002007-12-16T03:21:55.101-08:00<p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;">El batir de alas<br />fue siempre un estallido,<br />con cada mitad trazada<br />en una labor invisible.<br /><br />Toco el gajo,<br />tacto de futura incandescencia,<br />quemazón y paladar de esta parte.<br /><br />Por otra mitad que flota<br />como jácena sin cobijo.<br /><br />De la misma combustión,<br />uva y sombra perduran<br />sin noticias del soplo<br />que aquieta y restablece.</span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Francisco R. Hernández, de <em>La sed y el incendio</em></span></span></p><p></p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416778923541969460-2672188740827949728?l=breviarioinvisible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Durandartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872714702593782315noreply@blogger.com0