tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51793830040855045842011-07-08T04:51:23.452-04:00Un encuentro cósmico entre un hombre, el espacio.. el universo..el cosmos...y la música... naciendo de la unión de todos estos, como una luz, la poesía...Patibelnoreply@blogger.comBlogger501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-53610750236075188022009-08-05T08:46:00.004-04:002009-08-05T08:54:52.950-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >"... Ya, si esto sale así, tamos bien..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-5361075023607518802?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-6665000728704544352009-08-05T08:46:00.003-04:002009-08-05T08:54:31.121-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >"...Pónganle 500 "p" en esa partitura pa que se acuerden hombres..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-666500072870454435?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-46680523763742165532009-08-05T08:45:00.002-04:002009-08-05T08:55:13.395-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >"...Ustedes cantando tan fuerte... y el negro ta sentaito alla ya...! (Sit down servant)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-4668052376374216553?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-65556250214025627992009-08-05T08:44:00.002-04:002009-08-05T09:05:15.360-04:00<blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >"...Por último imagínate la sangre caer po..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-6555625021402562799?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-69122109724614728312009-08-05T08:43:00.002-04:002009-08-05T08:56:04.225-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"...Pero cantenlo bien Hombres!!! como los negros...los negros lo sienten..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-6912210972461472831?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-81255094268031395532009-08-05T08:42:00.001-04:002009-08-05T08:56:22.103-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"...uyyy si andan todo el día con el cuchi chuchi..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-8125509426803139553?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-76977176810029298872009-08-05T08:41:00.002-04:002009-08-05T08:56:49.174-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"..Da la impresion que vienen llegando de una rasca al ensayo... si no le achuntan a ni una..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-7697717681002929887?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-45541919043878447522009-08-05T08:40:00.001-04:002009-08-05T08:57:55.251-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"...Pero puuucha los tenores que son queda'os..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-4554191904387844752?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-3015858265696390022009-08-05T08:39:00.001-04:002009-08-05T08:58:13.604-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"...Nota weeeeeer....Que es eso tenores???..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-301585826569639002?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-13979308010489421182009-08-05T08:38:00.005-04:002009-08-05T08:58:52.338-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"...Tenores! ustedes son orejeros, pero de los malos..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-1397930801048942118?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-68705619580402749512009-08-05T08:38:00.004-04:002009-08-05T08:58:32.296-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"... Ni una queja.....ni una palabra.... Osea, no dijo ná...! (the crucifixion)</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-6870561958040274951?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-55674430676365818992009-08-05T08:37:00.001-04:002009-08-05T08:59:33.376-04:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"...Tenores tenían que ser..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-5567443067636581899?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-29515268920694088612009-08-05T08:36:00.004-04:002009-08-05T09:05:34.078-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"... A veces como que se les olvida que son bajos..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-2951526892069408861?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-50874541587021018182009-08-05T08:36:00.003-04:002009-08-05T09:04:40.227-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"...Pero si son tan pocas notas...y ni así no le achuntan...!"</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-5087454158702101818?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-41165574687710668242009-08-05T08:35:00.001-04:002009-08-05T09:04:59.667-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >"...bah! si son puros cabros fomes cantando..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-4116557468771066824?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-67559050516986680982009-08-05T08:34:00.005-04:002009-08-05T08:59:14.914-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"...No veo un ser sintiente que esté cantando, veo puros adornos no más..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-6755905051698668098?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-33692437849723056972009-08-05T08:34:00.004-04:002009-08-05T08:57:38.195-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >"..¿Y estaba cantando la contraaaalto?...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-3369243784972305697?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-76056266923771980502009-08-05T08:33:00.003-04:002009-08-05T08:57:12.419-04:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"...Yo escucho una persistencia ritmica, que igual está bien...pero......"</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-7605626692377198050?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-32097151270673952942008-06-20T00:49:00.001-04:002008-06-20T00:50:54.635-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Canto al sur....<br /><br />! que suene como una sinfonía del bosque...no como una nariz con moco!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-3209715127067395294?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-71998335415745878062008-06-20T00:48:00.002-04:002008-06-20T00:49:23.860-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >es que con la música comercial cantan puras leseras....<br />"..mi cama está vacía,<br />te hecho de menos,<br />porque la cabecera<br />todavía esta hundía..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-7199833541574587806?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-63783783175203688882008-06-20T00:47:00.003-04:002008-06-20T00:47:49.950-04:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">...A veces no se encuentran ni los dientes para pronunciar la "S"...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-6378378317520368888?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-77253955283127606922008-06-20T00:46:00.001-04:002008-06-20T00:46:58.545-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >...Están cantando a la suerte de la olla...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-7725395528312760692?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-18813210986904800072008-06-20T00:43:00.002-04:002008-06-20T00:46:01.497-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >...Esta pieza se empieza con un piropo para no decirle al tiro a la niña que es fria...lo mismo que a las feitas cuando se les dice que son simpaticas...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-1881321098690480007?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-5382327102937638202008-06-20T00:42:00.000-04:002008-06-20T00:43:00.233-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >pero si parecen perros a los que le pisaron la cola!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-538232710293763820?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-47087039115114158122008-06-20T00:41:00.000-04:002008-06-20T00:42:15.704-04:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">las sopranos no tienen "eses" ellas son OPRANOS no mas!!!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-4708703911511415812?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-14253685477528960782008-06-20T00:39:00.000-04:002008-06-20T00:40:50.730-04:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">pero ustedes cantan lo que les sale no mas!!!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-1425368547752896078?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-54174601368747827882008-06-20T00:38:00.000-04:002008-06-20T00:39:40.277-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >baa!! pero el pájaro vuela...no tranquea!!!<br /><br />the nigthingale</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-5417460136874782788?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-83154718485867933622008-06-20T00:37:00.000-04:002008-06-20T00:38:46.609-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">aca en "sometimes i feel lioke a motherless child" aca si que somos todos WASHOS</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-8315471848586793362?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-90195045012505113442008-06-20T00:36:00.001-04:002008-06-20T00:37:50.461-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >existe un feismo tan grande cuando dicen: "la fiesta estuvo la raja!!"si ya todos saben qeu la fiesta estuvo "asi"</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-9019504501250511344?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-7906455523418906852008-06-20T00:35:00.000-04:002008-06-20T00:36:31.952-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >pero es que cantan como cualquier hijo de vecino!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-790645552341890685?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-55171095048868069582008-05-26T23:43:00.001-04:002008-05-26T23:44:53.466-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">"...A eso le llamo yo "al lotismo"...es que los bajos cantan al lote no más!!!..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-5517109504886806958?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-92079019102499602582008-05-26T23:41:00.001-04:002008-05-26T23:43:39.277-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">"...¿La caña de azocar??? y quien es ese pescador??? no será: La caña de AZUUUCAR????..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">(Ensayo de Habanera Salada... a las sopranos)</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-9207901910249960258?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-90973486927906181732008-05-26T23:38:00.000-04:002008-05-26T23:41:37.076-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">"...No piensen...canten no más..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-9097348692790618173?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-82316232254170986222008-05-26T23:37:00.001-04:002008-05-26T23:38:54.518-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">"...Los bajos tienen tremenda porquería ahi abajo....un choclón de notas..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-8231623225417098622?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-2579898358265044982008-05-26T23:34:00.000-04:002008-05-26T23:35:46.870-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">"...Los tenores ven corcheitas y se ponen como contentos..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-257989835826504498?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-89676006763306422008-05-26T23:33:00.001-04:002008-05-26T23:34:22.875-04:00<span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >"..Es que si hay un jueves feriado, ustedes el viernes se lo SANGUCHEAN!!!..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-8967600676330642?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-19094876918314836712008-05-26T23:30:00.001-04:002008-05-26T23:32:59.471-04:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">" Pero es que vienen a hacer sus cosas particulares acá..." </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">(un bajo salió al baño) ¿Quién será?</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-1909487691831483671?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-15764811143453338722008-05-26T23:29:00.001-04:002008-05-26T23:30:41.860-04:00<span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >"... A veces una violinista ve un acento y le planta el "arcaso" no más..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-1576481114345333872?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-288112600208182702008-05-26T23:28:00.000-04:002008-05-26T23:29:09.125-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">"...A veces pareciera que fueran personas en broma..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-28811260020818270?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-75188796331810434142008-05-26T23:26:00.001-04:002008-05-26T23:28:19.071-04:00<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">"...Yo quiero una cuerda...y no siete gallos cantando..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-7518879633181043414?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-77302604328494634962008-05-26T23:19:00.003-04:002008-05-26T23:26:35.384-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">"...Es que aqui hay muchos que son AGARRANOTAS..."</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-7730260432849463496?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-56740311902876823032008-05-26T23:11:00.002-04:002008-05-26T23:17:07.617-04:00<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;">"...bah! ustedes están disfrazados de bajos no más..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-5674031190287682303?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-81790155724887774012008-05-26T23:10:00.002-04:002008-05-26T23:16:45.140-04:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span>"...Es que no pueden parecer gallos cantando el dum dum dum..."</span><br /><br /><span>(bajos- Adios Nonino)</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-8179015572488777401?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-801173329946176402008-05-26T23:08:00.002-04:002008-05-26T23:15:53.730-04:00<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >"...Algunos le sacan la vuelta a las notas.."<br /><br />(Bajos -Adios Nonino)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-80117332994617640?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-24730735525666503532008-05-26T23:06:00.003-04:002008-05-26T23:15:22.378-04:00<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >"...Pero como?? Tiene que haber una pelotera de sopranos para que suene la cosa..."<br /><br />(ensayo de La India Solari)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-2473073552566650353?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-34126362840089531282008-05-26T23:05:00.002-04:002008-05-26T23:14:22.845-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >"...Vienen al ensayo a puro esperar el tiempo no más..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-3412636284008953128?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-3986934983978102232008-05-26T23:04:00.002-04:002008-05-26T23:14:54.499-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >"...Los tenores se están Cicardinizando..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-398693498397810223?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-28587174885287348612008-05-26T23:02:00.001-04:002008-05-26T23:04:03.096-04:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >"...Siento puras jetas estiradas no más!!..."<br /><br /> (Adios Nonino)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-2858717488528734861?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-64185247766570852862008-05-26T22:38:00.003-04:002008-05-26T22:44:48.060-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXv-5cjd1pc/SDt1fBenZjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/e6PxjAvHQYQ/s1600-h/camara.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXv-5cjd1pc/SDt1fBenZjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/e6PxjAvHQYQ/s320/camara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204882970189981234" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;">comenzaremos el ciclo de las frases célebres de nuestro maestro.... cualquier aporte por favor enviarlo a corouls@gmail.com.. dejen comentarios...!!! saludos a todos los coristas y ex coristas!!!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-6418524776657085286?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179383004085504584.post-52212336350396045002008-04-27T23:22:00.007-04:002008-06-25T15:36:23.640-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXv-5cjd1pc/SBVNWSkhYnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_1l5O7vtQJE/s1600-h/asfaltopararomanticos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXv-5cjd1pc/SBVNWSkhYnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_1l5O7vtQJE/s320/asfaltopararomanticos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194142790579217010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >SÓlO UN PÉTALO<br />(Eduardo Gajardo)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">S</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">ólo un pétalo en el suelo, </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">un pedazo de flor que cayó del rosal</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">en el mismo momento</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">que esperaba temblando</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">la pisada fatal</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">yo lo vi sin mirar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">Sólo un pétalo en el suelo, </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">un humilde suspiro del arcano infinito,</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">sólo un </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">pétalo en</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"> el suelo,</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">pero espléndido ejemplo del poder creador</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">que hace estrellas y flores</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">con justicia y amor.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">Hasta el medio de un charco</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">fue a parar de algún modo</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">un pedazo de hierro, </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">cuando iba a tomarlo</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">me detuvo un destello</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">que acusó en mi conciencia</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">la avidez de mis dedos.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">Un pedazo de hierro, </span><br />pretencioso<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"> remedo de creación y de ciencia</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">que nació con violencia</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">de unas causas mortales </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">y deslumbra los ojos que ambicionan metales.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">Cuántas causas eternas</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">desde el fondo del tiempo vinieron a ser flor</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">en este mismo instante</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">que otras causas eternas </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">inculcaron conciencia </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">a este inválido yo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">cuantas veces oh Dios, </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">despreciamos tu mano manifiesta en las cosas</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">y admiramos la otra vanidosa y soberbia</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">que moldea materia son saber hacer rosas..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Sólo un pétalo...??</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Quién más podría haber hecho poesía y música algo tan cotidiano y tan trascendental... algo que más de un ser en esta tierra ha hecho..He de reconocer que yo recogía clavos, tornillos, tuercas y las guardaba en mi cartera o bolso de turno... hace ya varios años que conozco esta musipoesía... y recuerdo haberme cuestionado, muy seriamente, sobre el porqué...he aquí mi reflexión...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">creo, primero que todo, que somos unos idiotas, pero para no ofender a ciertas almas sensibles hablare sólo de mi y como decía mi querido abuelo, al que le quepa el poncho, pues que se lo ponga!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Tan idiota era, que al momento de flectar mis articulaciones para lograr la altura necesaria y así lograr el contacto con ese pedazo de fierro, no pensaba el motivo...y lo vi como un capricho del camino... </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Yo y mi afán adquirido de hacer perdurar las cosas... de tener algo para siempre... algo duradero.. que no se me escape tan fácil de las manos, (de mi cartera en este caso), tanto es el anhelo desesperado de sentirse dueña de algo?? tanta es la necesidad que tengo de saber que poseo algo que estará conmigo para siempre??? es tan evidente que esto es una respuesta que refleja carencias...??? pero luego pensé....que pasa con los miles de idiotas que hemos recogido una tuerca??? tanta carencia hay'?? de piel y de afectos?? que preferimos tomar un trozo inerte de algo, frió, sin color ni calor? en vez de tomar una flor en nuestras manos y disfrutar su aroma, su textura, maravillarnos con su color...por el tiempo que sea... como dice una canción, ya sea por una vida o por una hora....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Siento que no puedo permitirme vivir pensando en la eternidad de algo, (en la mortalidad del cangrejo diría mi querida tía Nora)...si no soy capaz de saborear, disfrutar de las cosas que se me han sido regaladas y que son mil veces más hermosas que algo que pueda tener a mi lado el resto de la vida, intacto, inerte, tieso, frió y sin cambios... que fome sería mi vida si me quedara sentada esperando lo perfecto, si lo tengo frente a mi, en mil colores que jamás podre igualar, aunque use las mil temperas de Iván. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Por otro lado... nadie jamás en la vida, ni en ningún libro dijo que la perfección era eterna... quizá la buscamos desesperada y ciegamente en lo durable..... quizá estemos en el camino equivocado...y la perfección y la belleza esta en los minutos.. en los segundos... en 5 años... o en 1 mes.. o en los 26 años que tengo... o en los 15 años que estuvo mi padre conmigo...o en los 3 años, 9meses, 2 días y 6 horas con 20 minutos que Iván lleva a mi lado, o en los 3 días que duró la flor que él mismo me regaló...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">besos.. a todos los y las pétalos que me acompañan en la vida...amor y mucha luz... para todos y todas...</span><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179383004085504584-5221233635039604500?l=poesiagajardiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patibelnoreply@blogger.com8