tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31122136692242845862024-03-16T02:09:50.924+01:00Versos a flor de pielPILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.comBlogger2308125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-8127109955534360262024-02-26T13:42:00.000+01:002024-02-26T13:42:35.106+01:00EL RUIDO<p> </p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: center;">Relato que ha llegado hasta el podio semanal en el Concurso de Microrrelatos de la <a href="https://www.elespanol.com/el-cultural/letras/20240226/tractorada/835666562_0.html"><b>Cuenta 140</b></a> </span><span style="color: #222222; text-align: center;">de la Revista El Cultural</span><span style="color: #222222; text-align: center;">, cuyo tema es <b>"El ruido"</b>.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: center;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Pilar Alejos </b></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; font-family: "Roboto Regular", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>"Aquellos ruidos extraños le impedían dormir, pero temía mirar encima de la cama."</i></b></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; font-family: "Roboto Regular", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400; text-align: justify;">Comentario del escritor </span><b style="color: black; text-align: justify;"><i>Juan Aparicio Belmonte</i></b><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400; text-align: justify;">, conductor de la cuenta:</span></span></strong></p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">El proverbial monstruo de debajo de la cama, asustado por lo que tiene encima. Divertido.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyf0_rgFTcbcMhTzibfMpCAUEeMXbb8Q2UBLKV5x-Ph9vC4Cqu-6pPEp_Alm9Foc1a4fvK-Pa3Ay1_R1qLoArXsRXSfGGSV64r2I1GXva-moGiBnj3BoiSktY-1RVvvm9f9MiRzw11dLvjansb9PErwduwJ2BIA3-5cd_vJKJnOvPqRWyGDko6uo_F7bM/s1706/833926781_240068088_1706x960.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1706" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyf0_rgFTcbcMhTzibfMpCAUEeMXbb8Q2UBLKV5x-Ph9vC4Cqu-6pPEp_Alm9Foc1a4fvK-Pa3Ay1_R1qLoArXsRXSfGGSV64r2I1GXva-moGiBnj3BoiSktY-1RVvvm9f9MiRzw11dLvjansb9PErwduwJ2BIA3-5cd_vJKJnOvPqRWyGDko6uo_F7bM/w400-h225/833926781_240068088_1706x960.webp" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Foto: Anamul Rezwan/Pexels</span></span></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><br /></p>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-66916751071734793742024-02-19T20:58:00.006+01:002024-02-19T21:45:07.544+01:00LAS SERVILLETAS<p> </p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: center;">Relato que ha llegado hasta el podio semanal en el Concurso de Microrrelatos de la <a href="https://www.elespanol.com/el-cultural/letras/20240219/ruido/833916723_0.html"><b>Cuenta 140</b></a> </span><span style="color: #222222; text-align: center;">de la Revista El Cultural</span><span style="color: #222222; text-align: center;">, cuyo tema es <b>"Las servilletas"</b>.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: center;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: justify;"><strong style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; font-size: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pilar Alejos</span></strong></p><p style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: justify;"><strong style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; font-size: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></strong></p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><strong style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">"El niño descubrió demasiado tarde que, aunque estuvieran almidonadas, las servilletas no eran alas."</span></em></strong></p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: center;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400; text-align: justify;">Comentario del escritor </span><b style="color: black; text-align: justify;"><i>Juan Aparicio Belmonte</i></b><span style="color: black; font-weight: 400; text-align: justify;">, conductor de la cuenta:</span></span></strong></p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">La imaginación del niño, a veces peligrosa. Ingenioso.</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: arial; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxBdYp_No0qNEQ2eyMwzBo5TDpYsLo0DyyVrhlMeI3NcV7Vpg4W4-Jmgxahq4UuBjhAJrckZrXSv5W0pgG25LCM5zx35M3lohyYEGPxtdK9ql8d92syeYuvrvxmj3pmwfK5xlxDoZ4JIxt7cckAklP7aN51jRQNhZSaAumHsmnnfLMuW6X2DvPAMbAmQM/s1706/832177098_239890561_1706x960.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1706" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxBdYp_No0qNEQ2eyMwzBo5TDpYsLo0DyyVrhlMeI3NcV7Vpg4W4-Jmgxahq4UuBjhAJrckZrXSv5W0pgG25LCM5zx35M3lohyYEGPxtdK9ql8d92syeYuvrvxmj3pmwfK5xlxDoZ4JIxt7cckAklP7aN51jRQNhZSaAumHsmnnfLMuW6X2DvPAMbAmQM/w400-h225/832177098_239890561_1706x960.webp" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Foto: Naim Benjelloun/Pexels</span></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 15.4px;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: center;"><br /></span></span><p></p><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: center;"><br /></span></span></div>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-22252612686526013032024-02-12T20:29:00.003+01:002024-02-12T20:29:55.428+01:00CASO<p> </p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Microcuento escrito para el reto <b>#Juevesconcuento</b>, utilizando la palabra <b>CASO</b>, incluido en la selección de Escuela Cursiva.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 15.4px;" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>"El caso estaba resuelto.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Si se amaban con</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>locura, su corazón no</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>podía estar equivocado."</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO66NNpVrjPxNVsy75dlKr1ZinkGO-qjltRFo_wbJz0cvOEw1GN_ewlHOT66ITUcMi_M6irGgAeJl2U6lvgFo_V3iOX4GH5vtchoh1w4dLKSoBbM1UZEtm30-8XwPSWVqT8H0QxakLim8QKMkxtW77JjnVnVrNlDkihobSUrkmu8i9pJxapz2hNrSmJ5E/s1022/hwt3h0zA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="1022" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO66NNpVrjPxNVsy75dlKr1ZinkGO-qjltRFo_wbJz0cvOEw1GN_ewlHOT66ITUcMi_M6irGgAeJl2U6lvgFo_V3iOX4GH5vtchoh1w4dLKSoBbM1UZEtm30-8XwPSWVqT8H0QxakLim8QKMkxtW77JjnVnVrNlDkihobSUrkmu8i9pJxapz2hNrSmJ5E/w400-h209/hwt3h0zA.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZGck2K0g97biD9_TgFmyKcimdo5cbaZBFSqKPLpge016UQ6ZsnBXsDpEofOnQgZubadUJggeJAoXoS4B7HaOJ2akcJLViSuTSKI1Uj5UsUpEe8a88zeRrxsx_ZUiPtZIybO0sVdM-I30nI-3vN99fbZWGYuw80LcYrBXrVHurJ1iSK2OGll8wNGndBA/s1011/G5tXCVBh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="1011" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZGck2K0g97biD9_TgFmyKcimdo5cbaZBFSqKPLpge016UQ6ZsnBXsDpEofOnQgZubadUJggeJAoXoS4B7HaOJ2akcJLViSuTSKI1Uj5UsUpEe8a88zeRrxsx_ZUiPtZIybO0sVdM-I30nI-3vN99fbZWGYuw80LcYrBXrVHurJ1iSK2OGll8wNGndBA/w400-h224/G5tXCVBh.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-58125436460167503762024-01-22T21:41:00.001+01:002024-01-22T21:41:52.208+01:00LOS ABUCHEOS<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;">Relato que ha llegado hasta el podio semanal en el Concurso de Microrrelatos de la <a href="https://www.elespanol.com/el-cultural/letras/20240122/sacrificio/826917401_0.html"><b>Cuenta 140</b></a> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;">de la Revista El Cultural</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;">, cuyo tema es <b>"Los abucheos"</b>.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p><strong style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Pilar Alejos</span></strong></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b>"Si no recibía abucheos en el trabajo, el verdugo no podía conciliar el sueño."</b></span></em></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Seleccionado por el escritor <b>Juan Aparicio Belmonte</b>, conductor de la cuenta.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RHiDP03eVK8DNcgE2mNHGjA6rhKO-lEKbck7QQOBH3h70cmO6dIso_t0M8fg1DEo-PPTCEHUfQsW4EoF3L-hA10OYlek_Ks_nBrSZF2OOrzyJAn-GRS9xdU5FpKIYuXrWObd7s-Y7HwM6MssSi0JBSqe1U_m_3IdTRb9fNYvO3DAdYT-sHGfjG4eAfg/s1706/825177793_239137179_1706x960.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1706" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RHiDP03eVK8DNcgE2mNHGjA6rhKO-lEKbck7QQOBH3h70cmO6dIso_t0M8fg1DEo-PPTCEHUfQsW4EoF3L-hA10OYlek_Ks_nBrSZF2OOrzyJAn-GRS9xdU5FpKIYuXrWObd7s-Y7HwM6MssSi0JBSqe1U_m_3IdTRb9fNYvO3DAdYT-sHGfjG4eAfg/w400-h225/825177793_239137179_1706x960.webp" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Toni Kroos fue abucheado en Arabia durante la disputa de la Supercopa de España. Foto: Europa Press</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-71609723098592283432023-12-19T16:04:00.002+01:002023-12-19T16:06:17.661+01:00OKUPADOS<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 35.4pt;">La
situación se volvió insostenible. No nos dejó otra opción. Y siguiendo el
ejemplo de cómo papá resolvió sus problemas con mamá, nos deshicimos del okupa.
Desde entonces, se acabaron las fiestas a horas intempestivas con la música a
todo volumen. Ya no volvería a convertir nuestro hogar en un fumadero de
marihuana. Ni tampoco acumularía más montañas de basura en casa. Desaparecerían
los malos olores y los bichos. Por fin podríamos dormir tranquilos, sin ese temor
a que sucediese una terrible tragedia por existir un altísimo riesgo de
incendio. Y sin tener que volver a soportar aquellos altercados que nos
sobresaltaban cada noche porque se emborrachaba con sus amigotes. Mereció la
pena el riesgo que corrimos.</span><span style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"> </span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; text-indent: 35.4pt;">Se acabó.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Ahora
la convivencia es muy tranquila. Nada perturba la paz de la comunidad. Seguiremos
viviendo en armonía siempre que todos mantengamos la boca cerrada y cesen de
una vez los malditos golpes que proceden del sótano.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span></p><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Relato escrito para <a href="https://estanochetecuento.com/okupados/">estanochetecuento.com</a> - ENTC Concurso 2023<b><i>. ENTCLÁSICO.</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 23.1px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="line-height: 23.1px;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 23.1px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="line-height: 24px;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 23.1px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="line-height: 24px;"></span></span></p><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Un relato con menos de 200 palabras inspirado en </span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><i>SE ACABÓ LA FUNCIÓN.</i></b></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbU7kxA4M_BZoH78g8f5TSvBm5XTR7-cTL0dQctupfzpi5jxnbz0L9jx0K8EWSjQori9Uk6BuTAbmqAwNx-ZTQ2-InQtBVs8LR-2yNoTCGmRE0kUndsxmTET2ocg1UuNfSDHwG385THS0FMwsJb0c05HFoUAeWtcNGPPLdEWTbN1qGmrr5IWNG_gUqh6E/s518/ACTA4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="518" data-original-width="400" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbU7kxA4M_BZoH78g8f5TSvBm5XTR7-cTL0dQctupfzpi5jxnbz0L9jx0K8EWSjQori9Uk6BuTAbmqAwNx-ZTQ2-InQtBVs8LR-2yNoTCGmRE0kUndsxmTET2ocg1UuNfSDHwG385THS0FMwsJb0c05HFoUAeWtcNGPPLdEWTbN1qGmrr5IWNG_gUqh6E/w309-h400/ACTA4.jpg" width="309" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><i><br /></i></b></span></div>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-63611671914063934142023-11-20T14:27:00.001+01:002023-11-20T15:26:46.128+01:00LA MEDITACIÓN<p> </p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;">Relato finalista semanal en el Concurso de Microrrelatos de la <a href="https://www.elespanol.com/el-cultural/letras/20231120/azucar/811169024_0.html"><b>Cuenta 140</b></a> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;">de la Revista El Cultural</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;">, cuyo tema es <b>"La meditación"</b>.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><br /></span></span></p><p><strong style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Pilar Alejos</span></strong></p><p><strong style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></strong></p><p><strong style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><i>"No le dio tiempo a meditar la mejor opción para escapar de las llamas."</i></b></strong></p><p><strong style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></b></strong></p><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: center;">Comentario del escritor <b>Juan Aparicio Belmonte</b>, conductor de la cuenta:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Roboto Regular", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;">No siempre hay tiempo para pensar cuál es la mejor opción. Interesante perspectiva.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Roboto Regular", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Roboto Regular", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Roboto Regular", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9EigDLJwkAYCkD5dRKFvLoZizREkxFaqxEL1vICMcI6Adp_PcxXsY0PRT7F5RTc2Pqii9W4szF6NJTum304YQQJ1vJcChY5ScRJNq2lJJ0OhjIkD4Jz9chbRIs0_Ww3Da76SkHb5buHSFT0J6ugEqEaibXdAuzstqRL-px0tOJOHPSUHGWPe1_Pde_YY/s1706/809429468_237551299_1706x960.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1706" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9EigDLJwkAYCkD5dRKFvLoZizREkxFaqxEL1vICMcI6Adp_PcxXsY0PRT7F5RTc2Pqii9W4szF6NJTum304YQQJ1vJcChY5ScRJNq2lJJ0OhjIkD4Jz9chbRIs0_Ww3Da76SkHb5buHSFT0J6ugEqEaibXdAuzstqRL-px0tOJOHPSUHGWPe1_Pde_YY/w400-h225/809429468_237551299_1706x960.webp" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; text-align: start;">Spencer Selover/Pexels</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span face=""Roboto Regular", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div></span>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-38306095675961819852023-11-17T21:17:00.000+01:002023-11-17T21:17:38.179+01:00CAMBIO CLIMÁTICO<p> </p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Llevo
mucho rato a oscuras. Tardan demasiado en venir a desenterrarme. Una broma es
una broma, pero no tiene ninguna gracia. Nada que ver con la que le gasté a Manuel,
que amaneció durmiendo sobre las vías. Se despertó sobresaltado por el silbato
del tren. Nunca lo había visto levantarse tan deprisa. Fue brutal. Igual que cuando
empujé a Alberto al pozo. Me resultó bastante difícil. Se agarró con tanta fuerza
de mi cuello que me costó soltarme. Mientras caía no dejó de gritar. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">¿Cómo
iba a saber lo que sucedería después? La culpa fue de la sequía.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;"><b style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"><i>Relato Finalista en el IX Concurso de Microrrelatos de la Biblioteca Pública de Godella (Valencia) </i></b><b style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; text-align: center;">- 2023.</b></p><div><b style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><br /></b></div><div><b style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><br /></b></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmV0KKofWEBTtkOjXmh2vqPmg1O6yU2eX5Gu2MoxpJw5q20uSuHcVrP7EGqhlELmai-RKQDnwg9szXdsYqqcjUp3QTicmE7NRXCTih847KpDkLcEBOrNm0W7JU8oL4mlSVPG2B0_UiKPAmDOm8OLaAi77R5GAc-wZ9CCiot7Hj__34lRo1dbbGSLDoaFc/s1663/XSEJO33t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1663" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmV0KKofWEBTtkOjXmh2vqPmg1O6yU2eX5Gu2MoxpJw5q20uSuHcVrP7EGqhlELmai-RKQDnwg9szXdsYqqcjUp3QTicmE7NRXCTih847KpDkLcEBOrNm0W7JU8oL4mlSVPG2B0_UiKPAmDOm8OLaAi77R5GAc-wZ9CCiot7Hj__34lRo1dbbGSLDoaFc/w260-h400/XSEJO33t.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><b style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><br /></b></div>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-72363035414306290242023-11-13T15:55:00.003+01:002023-11-13T20:31:58.349+01:00RESILIENCIA<p> </p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Los
días transcurren sin sobresaltos mientras la añoranza se le acumula en las
entrañas. Cada vez le cuesta más regresar a casa por las noches, pero no puede abandonarlos
a su suerte. Su familia lo necesita. No puede evitar que acudan a su memoria
los momentos felices que vivieron juntos. Aunque duelan, le infunden valor para
atravesar el umbral. Avanza con sigilo por el pasillo en penumbra. Habitación
por habitación. Se asegura de que todo esté en orden. Si su mujer ha dejado
atrás su llanto desconsolado y si sus hijos han superado los terrores nocturnos
que les angustiaban desde su marcha. Todos duermen. Acaricia sus cabellos levemente
y besa sus mejillas con ternura. Les echa tanto de menos que daría lo que fuera
por cambiar las cosas. Pero no tiene elección. Su peor pesadilla es que puedan
olvidarse de él por no permanecer a su lado. Por eso siempre se le estremece el
corazón cuando comprueba que persiste su reflejo ausente en el azogue y, tras
de sí, una estela de cenizas. <o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p></p><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Relato escrito para <a href="https://estanochetecuento.com/resiliencia-2/">estanochetecuento.com</a> - ENTC Concurso 2023<b><i>. ENTCLÁSICO.</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 23.1px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="line-height: 23.1px;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 23.1px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="line-height: 24px;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 23.1px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="line-height: 24px;"></span></span></p><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Un relato con menos de 200 palabras inspirado en </span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><i>NO MORIRÉ DEL TODO.</i></b></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfRMOoGwmQ-GQdil4ANtqdx2jHvVLTXtv_EEDD6AqQA5nZfbp-7Boa2mrLQuPq2LUdC5sbXWn0hy2lK7YMuQnWHFN_Ifkne8YzvXw-gSFlCMeia40t1eMlJXjEzjeSFRn8_eCoRJQ2Z5b2z15A6TTQFqzSiZDTjmzC5FTxmNRDk5XGzhG-kILyakOy-Z0/s609/entcmoriar4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="609" data-original-width="400" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfRMOoGwmQ-GQdil4ANtqdx2jHvVLTXtv_EEDD6AqQA5nZfbp-7Boa2mrLQuPq2LUdC5sbXWn0hy2lK7YMuQnWHFN_Ifkne8YzvXw-gSFlCMeia40t1eMlJXjEzjeSFRn8_eCoRJQ2Z5b2z15A6TTQFqzSiZDTjmzC5FTxmNRDk5XGzhG-kILyakOy-Z0/w263-h400/entcmoriar4.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><i><br /></i></b></span></div>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-53221812409104354512023-11-13T15:38:00.001+01:002023-11-13T15:39:24.745+01:00LOS GEMELOS<p> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;">Relato que ha llegado hasta el podio semanal en el Concurso de Microrrelatos de la <a href="https://www.elespanol.com/el-cultural/letras/20231113/meditacion/809419193_0.html"><b>Cuenta 140</b></a> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;">de la Revista El Cultural</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;">, cuyo tema es <b>"Los gemelos"</b>.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Pilar Alejos</span></strong></p><p><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></strong></p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"Recuperó el gemelo perdido cuando le hizo la autopsia a su víctima."</i></b></div></span><p><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></b></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-weight: 400; text-align: justify;">Comentario del escritor </span><b style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: justify;"><i>Juan Aparicio Belmonte</i></b><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-weight: 400; text-align: justify;">, conductor de la cuenta:</span></span></strong></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span face=""Roboto Regular", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #fafafa; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400; text-align: left;">En la recuperación del gemelo comprendemos que el médico forense es, además, el victimario. Ingenioso.</span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></strong></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNx9nkYFKps8T-dQkcoUuqR5imgbAutJkUa_xACmsfCyGoK0uxPQCT4fkn3ngUsfPHs7QggPDI2Maf0DgEkuWomM0TvxJFMMNJrh-wxgqKzQe1n838rNk6C4bFmGM59UX39OOOeFgEdnaA3YBoIXz6IoQPCMRqY1A1_iZmOx6fra9-iawFLrQUwHubu44/s1706/807679358_237359944_1706x960.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; 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color: black; font-weight: 400; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Foto: Cor van der Waal en Pexels</span></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: black; font-weight: 400; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-55218999312552645082023-10-30T19:28:00.003+01:002023-10-30T19:28:58.710+01:00CONCIENCIA<p><br /></p><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Microcuento escrito para el reto <b>#Juevesconcuento</b>, utilizando la palabra <b>CONCIENCIA</b>, incluido en la selección de Escuela Cursiva.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: justify;"><b><i><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>"Aquella mirada transparente</i></b><b><i> </i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>dejó sin palabras a mi conciencia.</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Entonces, escuché </i></b><b><i>la voz del corazón."</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></i></b></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEwNlh9TSYmlgcb639V-txRTI3wdtLRVci1J0r5DmC2B94uLJZs4r5-CTH2DOzI9smhmLa_sKPxWpaxuqgbGeaU28FR8xyicfm_6_KVElP5-CWarMAk8Wk0pDg5cQd9bJcF54JzO7Y5VBID1svgMKpMG7DmFL3-3bBzGnACu_E1WTrbyXixbeMAEWm5Dk/s1025/_ZMJf2SK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="566" data-original-width="1025" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEwNlh9TSYmlgcb639V-txRTI3wdtLRVci1J0r5DmC2B94uLJZs4r5-CTH2DOzI9smhmLa_sKPxWpaxuqgbGeaU28FR8xyicfm_6_KVElP5-CWarMAk8Wk0pDg5cQd9bJcF54JzO7Y5VBID1svgMKpMG7DmFL3-3bBzGnACu_E1WTrbyXixbeMAEWm5Dk/w400-h221/_ZMJf2SK.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: justify;"><br /></span><p></p>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-19399569915932241572023-09-30T18:02:00.001+02:002023-09-30T18:04:19.990+02:00PUNTO FINAL<p> </p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span> </span>No sé a quién pretendo engañar actuando de esta manera tan cobarde. Hace
una eternidad que ella finge que me cree, aunque no sabe que la delata su
permanente silencio. Mientras tanto, sigo inventando excusas que justifiquen mi
ausencia. Pero es que no puedo decirle la verdad sin que le duela. Si supiera
que vago por las calles perdido, sin rumbo, para demorar mi regreso a casa. Que
soy incapaz de explicarle el motivo por el que un aliento gélido golpea mi rostro y me paraliza al abrir la puerta de nuestro hogar. Que hace muchísimo
tiempo que muero de deseo por abrazarla y cubrir su cuerpo de besos, pero que mi
vida siempre se detiene al adentrarme en ese vacío que nos separa. Que sé que tengo
que abandonar esta insana costumbre de hablar solo si no quiero</span><span face=""Calibri",sans-serif" style="line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">enloquecer. Y que, si quiero que todo termine antes de que sea demasiado
tarde, necesito acostumbrarme a vivir sin ella y esparcir sus cenizas.</span></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Relato escrito para <a href="https://estanochetecuento.com/punto-final/">estanochetecuento.com</a> - ENTC Concurso 2023<b><i>. ENTCLÁSICO.</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 23.1px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="line-height: 23.1px;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 23.1px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="line-height: 24px;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 23.1px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="line-height: 24px;"></span></span></p><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Un relato con menos de 200 palabras inspirado en </span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"></span></p><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><i>MÁS VALE TARDE QUE NUNCA.</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzAWUUoAVUQeGWbNmyTimZnWvNxIRbzNWgg61l4nhqelJxgoaMCAfM0VawgTBuRJvbWVV8fgLTeCU04UX6TMCLbfRbuVAXZe8k9VGoqImExyT5Q-RnhztkXDuoVQ0Rz_fJLMUxoLDvYSObGkc1P0_AC_ce-KK8mRjAYqlfi8InQ6Yf5ZLn4uGZMHgoXK8/s585/tarde-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="585" data-original-width="430" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzAWUUoAVUQeGWbNmyTimZnWvNxIRbzNWgg61l4nhqelJxgoaMCAfM0VawgTBuRJvbWVV8fgLTeCU04UX6TMCLbfRbuVAXZe8k9VGoqImExyT5Q-RnhztkXDuoVQ0Rz_fJLMUxoLDvYSObGkc1P0_AC_ce-KK8mRjAYqlfi8InQ6Yf5ZLn4uGZMHgoXK8/w294-h400/tarde-3.jpg" width="294" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><p></p>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-45232602657485287992023-09-19T14:09:00.001+02:002023-09-19T14:09:36.783+02:00CONTEXTO<p> </p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Microcuento escrito para el reto <b>#Juevesconcuento</b>, utilizando la palabra <b>CONTEXTO</b>, incluido en la selección de Escuela Cursiva.</span></p><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Tras su traición, </span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">sus palabras de amor</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">le parecieron totalmente vacías, </span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">como fuera de contexto."</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">reconoció aquella figura</span></i></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">que aceleraba los latidos</i></div><i><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i>de su corazón."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div></i></span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgFGaRe8cTCSBXf2KequgptK7PpcrNWl-xSeLko9QO3MrhrPd-Cb7vFRpl6ZrPvLNTNULtTIfgwVxR0hKtaEs5h1KPas0hLC81uhLPmsYMNMTRArlzSmpHXjwRJpYgS4xa2gKGWhJlBX-VhZJRovS7FHwM9Zjs1Kb2h3wa6iQR8HzuyDvw0htv9wCbhYg/s1011/2qoqImsN.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="571" data-original-width="1011" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgFGaRe8cTCSBXf2KequgptK7PpcrNWl-xSeLko9QO3MrhrPd-Cb7vFRpl6ZrPvLNTNULtTIfgwVxR0hKtaEs5h1KPas0hLC81uhLPmsYMNMTRArlzSmpHXjwRJpYgS4xa2gKGWhJlBX-VhZJRovS7FHwM9Zjs1Kb2h3wa6iQR8HzuyDvw0htv9wCbhYg/w400-h226/2qoqImsN.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: justify;"><br /></span><p></p></div>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-49992353769515948942023-09-11T14:19:00.005+02:002023-09-11T14:19:47.760+02:00LAS OLAS<p> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #222222; text-align: center;">Relato ganador semanal en el Concurso de Microrrelatos de la <a href="https://www.elespanol.com/el-cultural/letras/20230911/ayuno-intermitente/793670704_0.html"><b><i>Cuenta 140</i></b></a></span><span style="color: #222222; text-align: center;"> de la Revista <a href="https://elcultural.com/la-relectura#comment-22695" style="color: black; text-decoration-line: none;">El Cultural</a></span><span style="color: #222222; text-align: center;">, cuyo tema es <b>"LAS OLAS"</b>.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Pilar Alejos</span></strong></p><p><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></strong></p><p class="paragraph" data-gtm-vis-first-on-screen-1664348_107="90645" data-gtm-vis-first-on-screen-1664348_111="90641" data-gtm-vis-has-fired-1664348_107="1" data-gtm-vis-has-fired-1664348_111="1" data-gtm-vis-recent-on-screen-1664348_107="90645" data-gtm-vis-recent-on-screen-1664348_111="90641" data-gtm-vis-total-visible-time-1664348_107="100" data-gtm-vis-total-visible-time-1664348_111="100" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_4" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px 0px 28px; orphans: 2; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><em style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">"Cansada de aguantar vientos y mareas, dejando atrás su soledad entre las olas, la isla zarpó."</em><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_5" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Comentario del escritor <b><i>Juan Aparicio Belmonte</i></b>, conductor de la cuenta:</span></p><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><p class="paragraph" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_5" style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Con la audacia de la imaginación, la autora nos transporta a un universo insólito donde las islas cobran vida y, como seres humanos, ansían escapar de la soledad y las restricciones que las limitan. La isla zarpa como un barco y se convierte, así, en un símbolo refrescante de la lucha por la libertad y del deseo de romper con un mundo de restricciones.</span></span></p><p class="paragraph" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_6" style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial;">La sensación de agobio de la isla, atrapada entre vientos y mareas, resuena con la experiencia humana de desear más de la vida y de anhelar un cambio a mejor.</span></span></p><p class="paragraph" data-gtm-vis-first-on-screen-1664348_109="364180" data-gtm-vis-has-fired-1664348_109="1" data-gtm-vis-recent-on-screen-1664348_109="364180" data-gtm-vis-total-visible-time-1664348_109="100" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_7" style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pilar Alejos crea un relato de género fantástico que nos permite conectar emocionalmente con una isla, una isla hábilmente personificada. Un logro sobresaliente que merece ser destacado. </span></span></p><p class="paragraph" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_8" style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Felicidades, Pilar, por tu magnífico relato y por el merecido premio. ¡Bravo!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtvvcxpcRN8-Gy6Vc71kfncWxx9y-fMAAA8fEYh_sxjXPfw74W4wldQKLjiwyhT-LAF2wkFQOFPNhqxWpMuqICfFaDW_mcbj9NQv1kkgsnkIvFpMJUvP5SqzQkyFuQUWOaFRhm3yhOmiKfov-dwS6vkk1cW4xe9ah60O1hYP_qmNNjC5vWXq6L9XsHPAQ/s1706/791930932_235776938_1706x960.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1706" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtvvcxpcRN8-Gy6Vc71kfncWxx9y-fMAAA8fEYh_sxjXPfw74W4wldQKLjiwyhT-LAF2wkFQOFPNhqxWpMuqICfFaDW_mcbj9NQv1kkgsnkIvFpMJUvP5SqzQkyFuQUWOaFRhm3yhOmiKfov-dwS6vkk1cW4xe9ah60O1hYP_qmNNjC5vWXq6L9XsHPAQ/w400-h225/791930932_235776938_1706x960.webp" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Katsushika Hokusai: 'La gran ola de Kanagawa', 1830-1833</span></span></div><br /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-82068718385309305272023-07-24T13:47:00.004+02:002023-07-24T13:53:16.858+02:00REENCUENTROS A LA SOMBRA<p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Poema que ha llegado al podio semanal en el Concurso de Poesía de la <a href="https://www.elespanol.com/el-cultural/letras/20230724/planetas-interiores/781421981_0.html?utm_term=Autofeed&utm_medium=Social&utm_source=Twitter#Echobox=1690193077">Cuenta 140</a> de la Revista <a href="https://versosaflordepiel.blogspot.com/2022/05/los-frutos-creceran.html#">El Cultural</a>, cuyo tema es <b>"REENCUENTROS A LA SOMBRA"</b>.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><p class="paragraph" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_6" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Pilar Alejos</span></strong></p><p class="paragraph" data-gtm-vis-first-on-screen-1664348_109="262291" data-gtm-vis-has-fired-1664348_109="1" data-gtm-vis-recent-on-screen-1664348_109="262291" data-gtm-vis-total-visible-time-1664348_109="100" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_7" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Un aliento de libélulas crepita</i></b></span></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">en un atardecer de amapolas.</span></i></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Su gélida llama tiñe de sombras los girasoles.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div></span></i></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial;">Comentario del conductor de la cuenta, el poeta y novelista, <b>Joaquín Pérez Azaústre</b>:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><p class="paragraph" data-gtm-vis-first-on-screen-1664348_109="262291" data-gtm-vis-has-fired-1664348_109="1" data-gtm-vis-recent-on-screen-1664348_109="262291" data-gtm-vis-total-visible-time-1664348_109="100" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #191a1e;">La originalidad forma es parte de este poema desde su evocador comienzo, con ese “crepitar” que nos ofrece una calidez interior “en un atardecer de amapolas”, antes de ese cierre que nos hace girarnos hacia el sol de nosotros mismos. Excelente final.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #191a1e;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #191a1e;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0nIBbpeDevjXm14DYSX7GVaEsvH_HAIw9h1vfaRbbTKlqgOcagbMUDwHGuPZBq_BMlN_JGezlbHeD-TlxcVoUhUUVeGroHK7exrolgRdQK0vrYmGhURW2WcKXT4G3ECq3yPxFM8q49dkWsw7UyHWoR2AsCtwViDP2WlgLhVwYYOBHdD66ZWpkk9LOB2w/s1706/779682281_234761867_1706x960.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1706" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0nIBbpeDevjXm14DYSX7GVaEsvH_HAIw9h1vfaRbbTKlqgOcagbMUDwHGuPZBq_BMlN_JGezlbHeD-TlxcVoUhUUVeGroHK7exrolgRdQK0vrYmGhURW2WcKXT4G3ECq3yPxFM8q49dkWsw7UyHWoR2AsCtwViDP2WlgLhVwYYOBHdD66ZWpkk9LOB2w/w400-h225/779682281_234761867_1706x960.webp" width="400" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; text-align: start;">Pierre-Auguste Renoir: 'El almuerzo de los remeros', 1881.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; text-align: start;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; text-align: start;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e;"><br /></span></span></div><p></p></div>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-5875665890628412992023-07-17T13:44:00.002+02:002023-07-17T13:46:44.530+02:00LAS VUELTAS DEL DESEO<p> </p><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Poema que ha llegado al podio semanal en el Concurso de Poesía de la <a href="https://www.elespanol.com/el-cultural/letras/20230717/reencuentros-sombra/779672146_0.html">Cuenta 140</a> de la Revista <a href="https://versosaflordepiel.blogspot.com/2022/05/los-frutos-creceran.html#">El Cultural</a>, cuyo tema es <b>"LAS VUELTAS DEL DESEO"</b>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><p style="text-align: justify;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Pilar Alejos</span></strong></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><b><br style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" /></b></span></p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"Las mariposas persiguen laberintos</i></b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>de pasiones que el eco olvida.</i></b></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>No hay camisas de fuerza para el deseo."</i></b></div></i></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Comentario del conductor de la cuenta, el poeta y novelista, <b>Joaquín Pérez Azaústre</b>:</div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ya el primer verso es una imagen con sentido poético completo, desde su belleza y su complejidad, antes de adentrarnos en un mapa de sensaciones más intimista -esas “pasiones que el eco olvida”-, con un verso final que también funciona como gran lema.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc1RUNy3Cfer-hPk1YXhL9FcqY2ukSx3oC7EU73RC3A7ILqQiZTeQZMm6vVQci5HSsNC4c6T61aL2Rz-602-HwgedrME8FRUHgllHKqs8aYXXM_h_kYOHXlRx8xnfp0A6T76OTE_2LVppvbx9RqF1PnOkzO4LAF5Vm_ZwLigR3_Mv-gc5nGWobUFYyed4/s1706/777932331_234596229_1706x960.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1706" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc1RUNy3Cfer-hPk1YXhL9FcqY2ukSx3oC7EU73RC3A7ILqQiZTeQZMm6vVQci5HSsNC4c6T61aL2Rz-602-HwgedrME8FRUHgllHKqs8aYXXM_h_kYOHXlRx8xnfp0A6T76OTE_2LVppvbx9RqF1PnOkzO4LAF5Vm_ZwLigR3_Mv-gc5nGWobUFYyed4/w400-h225/777932331_234596229_1706x960.webp" width="400" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; text-align: start;">Escultura del escarabajo de la suerte en el templo de Karnak, Luxor, Egipto. Foto: Wouter Hagens/Wikimedia Commons</span></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><br /></span></span><p></p><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><br /></span></span></div>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-52029114034174074792023-06-12T20:31:00.001+02:002023-06-12T22:09:34.713+02:00CIUDADES SUBTERRÁNEAS<p> </p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Poema que ha llegado al podio semanal en el Concurso de Poesía de la<span> </span><a href="https://www.elespanol.com/el-cultural/letras/20230410/luces-nocturnas/755174553_0.html" style="color: black; text-decoration: none;">Cuenta 140</a><span> </span>de la Revista<span> </span><a href="https://versosaflordepiel.blogspot.com/2022/05/los-frutos-creceran.html#" style="color: black; text-decoration: none;">El Cultural</a>, cuyo tema es<span> </span><b>"CIUDADES SUBTERRÁNEAS"</b>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><p class="paragraph" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_3" style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Pilar Alejos</span></strong></p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><i style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Persigue salamandras azules</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>si llueven ocasos líquidos</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>sobre las venas de la ciudad."</i></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Comentario del conductor de la cuenta, el poeta y novelista, </span><b>Joaquín Pérez Azaústre</b><span style="font-weight: 400;">:</span></span></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Imágenes sencillas y muy plásticas, como esas “salamandras azules” que aparecen en esos sugerentes “ocasos líquidos”. El cierre redondea el poema con un discurso que aún es metafórico, pero con un tono más explicativo. Poema equilibrado de belleza serena.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizRxDMJ_1yFOq6WCzoRW_Gm3KPxbv1MVCAusWeXogQK45bAHtcDDAL3i0mURa3o0Uya1S_q4QDoiba9ujGHzOAeiMpOTxaak6VXUye3vj6V7j0dx_D9XUp-CzkZ8KMkbigNoENzRefxZLmG-Ql8kTDd5dB20q_-SGKoQQ6Y8UqM5UcP_jgfHKXb7I/s1706/769183233_233697976_1706x960.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1706" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizRxDMJ_1yFOq6WCzoRW_Gm3KPxbv1MVCAusWeXogQK45bAHtcDDAL3i0mURa3o0Uya1S_q4QDoiba9ujGHzOAeiMpOTxaak6VXUye3vj6V7j0dx_D9XUp-CzkZ8KMkbigNoENzRefxZLmG-Ql8kTDd5dB20q_-SGKoQQ6Y8UqM5UcP_jgfHKXb7I/w400-h225/769183233_233697976_1706x960.webp" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Una imagen de 'El señor de los anillos: los anillos de poder'</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-73744437956729028232023-06-06T18:59:00.002+02:002023-06-06T19:00:24.164+02:00PRÓLOGO<p> </p><p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 15.4px;"></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Microcuento escrito para el reto <b>#Juevesconcuento</b>, utilizando la palabra <b>PRÓLOGO</b>, incluido en la selección de Escuela Cursiva.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>"Fuimos amanecer,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>prólogo de historias</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>escritas en verso,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>de palabras que suspiran</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>entre puntos suspensivos."</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipjxBPbBnP-RrgtsYBTikFyka_khI1ndLzEv0dhLA_tui4h8R9VBhQJc_AevP_Fjp4yDFtp6dtd45H9Q2l8Ipac5reZ7MdVh9YbaRgfWB_GELyHxhBzVekxffwSR3RGi_CdKi7x2ELklphOEBOxP2m9oU_doaBVueSb2I0o19uR6jqpTuh70etbt6l/s1557/6wU4bYiO.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="875" data-original-width="1557" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipjxBPbBnP-RrgtsYBTikFyka_khI1ndLzEv0dhLA_tui4h8R9VBhQJc_AevP_Fjp4yDFtp6dtd45H9Q2l8Ipac5reZ7MdVh9YbaRgfWB_GELyHxhBzVekxffwSR3RGi_CdKi7x2ELklphOEBOxP2m9oU_doaBVueSb2I0o19uR6jqpTuh70etbt6l/w400-h225/6wU4bYiO.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9QvDrWvykFt3M-MzddzKSqQLrcCQKOgN2pzKfNCHrFEeaj8LHXWi26WYmcaOEraURQ9vPsfffGzm8qTOsgv0TNWHUJfaLxdMNXuqplMBkQUcRsbVmldKpxHKinQmKW8OkHsXozmshGrGW04tVdBqGi5H9kxnoD1iOIxdLaBy19HfQkyp2OdJzlfNI/s1548/PCxFvseL.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="870" data-original-width="1548" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9QvDrWvykFt3M-MzddzKSqQLrcCQKOgN2pzKfNCHrFEeaj8LHXWi26WYmcaOEraURQ9vPsfffGzm8qTOsgv0TNWHUJfaLxdMNXuqplMBkQUcRsbVmldKpxHKinQmKW8OkHsXozmshGrGW04tVdBqGi5H9kxnoD1iOIxdLaBy19HfQkyp2OdJzlfNI/w400-h225/PCxFvseL.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></b></span></div>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-15054503799024625152023-05-29T19:49:00.000+02:002023-05-29T19:49:22.519+02:00PIENSA MENOS Y VIVE MÁS<p><br /></p><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Poema que ha llegado al podio semanal en el Concurso de Poesía de la <a href="https://www.elespanol.com/el-cultural/letras/20230410/luces-nocturnas/755174553_0.html">Cuenta 140</a> de la Revista <a href="https://versosaflordepiel.blogspot.com/2022/05/los-frutos-creceran.html#">El Cultural</a>, cuyo tema es <b>"PIENSA MENOS Y VIVE MÁS"</b>.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; font-size: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; font-size: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pilar Alejos</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><div style="text-align: center;"><em style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b>"Se abrió el cielo bajo sus pies</b></span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b>y la lluvia elevó sus silencios</b></span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b>hasta el abismo de sus palabras de arena".</b></span></em></div></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Comentario del conductor de la cuenta, el poeta y novelista, </span><b>Joaquín Pérez Azaústre</b><span style="font-weight: 400;">:</span></span></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px;" /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sencillez inicial para un poema que da la vuelta a la percepción más previsible gracias al buen punto de giro del segundo verso, con esos “silencios” elevados por “la lluvia”, antes de un cierre de plástica belleza donde el lenguaje también nos dejará su rastro.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #191a1e; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfdimWQxB1IAreoV-_KeOH-LhSiQUjjVjzbzobo6PGIR0GHcXgC9GPCPNff5ubDKOA_LRntSgnPhufF1qC1M8ZkPu9gNk_MMdX_0ep0xLWebfQX5x66a6sLx91odsihIXEoCd5ySNVdsJ49nCA58dBiXeWcYwTT2OwYBnDzHzZq2LKAOwmJlj_zqsU/s1706/765683588_233332844_1706x960.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1706" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfdimWQxB1IAreoV-_KeOH-LhSiQUjjVjzbzobo6PGIR0GHcXgC9GPCPNff5ubDKOA_LRntSgnPhufF1qC1M8ZkPu9gNk_MMdX_0ep0xLWebfQX5x66a6sLx91odsihIXEoCd5ySNVdsJ49nCA58dBiXeWcYwTT2OwYBnDzHzZq2LKAOwmJlj_zqsU/w400-h225/765683588_233332844_1706x960.webp" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ben Stiller en el cartel de la película 'La vida secreta de Walter Mitty' (2013)</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-3388487406424343092023-05-22T20:14:00.004+02:002023-05-22T20:14:37.963+02:00FUENTES<p><br /></p><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Microcuento escrito para el reto <b>#Juevesconcuento</b>, utilizando la palabra <b>FUENTES</b>, incluido en la selección de Escuela Cursiva.</div></span><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">"En mi alma atesoro</span></i></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><i><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i>palabras de emoción</i></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i>y sabiduría desde</i></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i>que bebí de tus fuentes."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div></i></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqK9vjPtJ00V3xwJf_dQ4eIZeY3wQDKdKxpt3IjgyVXMZWXFEY50nr511nmv5SOpJg9jkxOIl5D10C8mrlyt38fVaZMrmVFwlLNKlToDSKzDU6-glfNH4RxVnzGdSIhxfVJpGY2V5I7EtQFpm_tZsXdW_hU233Tf_h_ONA0Ovqx9PEUnCrmwb63LtZ/s1011/hzQWPCao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="578" data-original-width="1011" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqK9vjPtJ00V3xwJf_dQ4eIZeY3wQDKdKxpt3IjgyVXMZWXFEY50nr511nmv5SOpJg9jkxOIl5D10C8mrlyt38fVaZMrmVFwlLNKlToDSKzDU6-glfNH4RxVnzGdSIhxfVJpGY2V5I7EtQFpm_tZsXdW_hU233Tf_h_ONA0Ovqx9PEUnCrmwb63LtZ/w400-h229/hzQWPCao.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0nOQym9kXUtncfxifrznuJSuG0KXs0TZyM9GfsMgQbC2YZNUtYf2ktCafaFYXHpSiQ08UXTd9814l-yHwuFArFX6C1UK_pwdsFyk7t17Yvg5Gv9sjCnp7PZHEtufEL8SaOtjsyg9471tNneTK1k-mNSxWQ3nAnSvpF9pxXsiF9kZnuZX9QrVlcxsG/s1000/bkfKK62y.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="568" data-original-width="1000" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0nOQym9kXUtncfxifrznuJSuG0KXs0TZyM9GfsMgQbC2YZNUtYf2ktCafaFYXHpSiQ08UXTd9814l-yHwuFArFX6C1UK_pwdsFyk7t17Yvg5Gv9sjCnp7PZHEtufEL8SaOtjsyg9471tNneTK1k-mNSxWQ3nAnSvpF9pxXsiF9kZnuZX9QrVlcxsG/w400-h228/bkfKK62y.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-53069247097998749702023-05-02T19:27:00.001+02:002023-05-02T19:27:48.238+02:00DERROCHE<p> </p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial;">Microcuento escrito para el reto <b>#Juevesconcuento</b>, utilizando la palabra <b>DERROCHE</b>, incluido en la selección de Escuela Cursiva.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>"No necesitamos ningún</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>derroche de caricias. Bastó</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>un murmullo entre silencios</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>para crear nuestro universo."</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 15.4px;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2gPDIIfBqStKyPAiW6rAmnmS8jbhfnWLmELN536R7exeYyAd-PA01zVR_RIa7fb65YqfF4RcE1cZcOjoO5YD7wzeriHjVJDdO_Ega0OIrCUECuxMgOBmA-QpkM15zMUVJqjQeJsjM6sIggYZfHxRzkLAVV8_Eg6D-Ug3VaWFyuXtYl2KrFTk4wjim/s1026/jDB3YoU_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-32956767331325587152023-04-17T14:10:00.001+02:002023-04-17T14:11:15.736+02:00LUCES NOCTURNAS<p> </p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Poema Ganador semanal en el Concurso de Poesía de la <a href="https://www.elespanol.com/el-cultural/letras/20220523/silencio-coctelerias/674682786_0.html" style="color: black; text-decoration-line: none;"><b>Cuenta 140</b></a>, de la Revista <a href="https://www.elespanol.com/el-cultural/letras/20230417/vientos-polen/756924356_0.html">El Cultural</a>, cuyo tema es <b>"LUCES NOCTURNAS"</b>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 15.4px;" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><p class="paragraph" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_11" style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Pilar Alejos</b></span></span></p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"Un soplo de luciérnagas suspira en morse</i></b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>palabras aladas de ocaso en llamas</i></b></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>en noches mudas de piel."</i></b></div></i></b></span><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Comentario del conductor de la cuenta, el poeta y novelista, </span><b style="font-family: arial;">Joaquín Pérez Azaústre</b><span style="font-family: arial;">:</span></div><p class="paragraph" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Solamente el primer verso ya es un poema en sí mismo, con su creatividad encendida para iluminar, igualmente, el resto del poema. Sin embargo, el hallazgo nos lleva más allá: ese suspiro “en morse”, ¿nos está hablando también de un silenciamiento del lenguaje o de su nueva codificación? Varios niveles de interpretación, todos muy ricos.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #191a1e;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #191a1e;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #191a1e;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5Xhp1Yx9SI8yoIjREyAnAJO3_JB_xaNeORTT2r_0bRONGAf66B8WK_5UyS8_8j6AU68rllSHxP0MH-6Cf7WaNxIRQRqHlILbRORQ0v53jlnhWQopKODKjkhRnst1XGpJ3ffRm8N80C1aUR02WryWG6gRsJW4XqAeRKV14BNZbzVibSQ-T0UIZmO9/s1706/755184637_232301813_1706x960.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1706" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5Xhp1Yx9SI8yoIjREyAnAJO3_JB_xaNeORTT2r_0bRONGAf66B8WK_5UyS8_8j6AU68rllSHxP0MH-6Cf7WaNxIRQRqHlILbRORQ0v53jlnhWQopKODKjkhRnst1XGpJ3ffRm8N80C1aUR02WryWG6gRsJW4XqAeRKV14BNZbzVibSQ-T0UIZmO9/w400-h225/755184637_232301813_1706x960.webp" width="400" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="text-align: start;">Luces nocturnas. Foto de Rakicevic Nenad/Pexels</span></span></div></div><p></p><p class="paragraph" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><header class="article-header" style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; font-size: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"></header></div><br /><span style="color: #191a1e;"><br /></span></div></div>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-14401522764136029212023-04-11T19:09:00.003+02:002023-04-11T19:13:54.207+02:00DÍAS CONTADOS<p> </p><p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;">Poema que ha llegado al podio semanal en el Concurso de Poesía de la </span><a href="https://www.elespanol.com/el-cultural/letras/20230410/luces-nocturnas/755174553_0.html" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;">Cuenta 140</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"> de la Revista </span><a href="https://versosaflordepiel.blogspot.com/2022/05/los-frutos-creceran.html#" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;">El Cultural</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;">, cuyo tema es </span><b style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;">"DÍAS CONTADOS"</b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;">.</span></p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><p class="paragraph" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_5" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: white;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Pilar Alejos</span></strong></span></p><p class="paragraph" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_6" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Yacen cenizas de olvido</span></i></b></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>bajo un diluvio de sombras</i></b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>heridas de líquido cristal."</i></b></div></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 15.4px; font-weight: 400;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 15.4px; font-weight: 400;">Comentario del conductor de la cuenta, el poeta y novelista, </span><b style="font-size: 15.4px;">Joaquín Pérez Azaústre</b><span style="font-size: 15.4px; font-weight: 400;">:</span></div></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #191a1e;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Aquí el minimalismo adquiere un carácter de belleza sutil, con esos elementos que se van sucediendo como pinceladas de realidad que nos evocan realidades superpuestas. No hay un sentido global, pero sí puntadas de posibles evocaciones. Matizada elegancia.</span></span><p></p><p class="paragraph" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_6" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #191a1e;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="paragraph" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_6" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #191a1e;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkTDnbJWdSiG61dYozoq2UfZus5LIqbmEztlsRHpHc2wj9shtw_W83EbwttvVP2gMzaIVYvidXVNKQR5V4iV4MmucexSdTgDZSoEPwVw9iY_Rl8-E8j1nTiwjPA6MJQYuYRGxW6sZmPbebEjkJdFQEenwednfOtpNnrCPgKge-Jw6YYChePGLUdPIm/s1706/753434715_232154683_1706x960.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1706" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkTDnbJWdSiG61dYozoq2UfZus5LIqbmEztlsRHpHc2wj9shtw_W83EbwttvVP2gMzaIVYvidXVNKQR5V4iV4MmucexSdTgDZSoEPwVw9iY_Rl8-E8j1nTiwjPA6MJQYuYRGxW6sZmPbebEjkJdFQEenwednfOtpNnrCPgKge-Jw6YYChePGLUdPIm/w400-h225/753434715_232154683_1706x960.webp" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; color: black; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Foto de Oladimeji Ajegbile.</span></span></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><div><br /></div></div>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-27236680537801551902023-03-30T01:45:00.000+02:002023-03-30T01:45:11.619+02:00RAREZAS<p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Bajo
la ducha cálida, rememoraba, una y otra vez, el placer que le proporcionaba esa
extraña pasión que sufría, tan irrefrenable que le dejaba sin aliento. Y se le
erizó la piel. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Durante
años, había soñado con tener una pareja muy peculiar. Sabía que no sería fácil,
pero de todas las rarezas que anhelaba encontrar, aquella era la más
extraordinaria. Cuando aquel domingo la vio por primera vez en el paseo, supo
que debía actuar con cautela. Respiró hondo, disimulando así sus ansias de poseerla.
Temía que, si se precipitaba, podía cometer algún error y no debía arriesgarse.
Necesitaba desplegar todas sus estrategias de seducción para no desaprovechar semejante
oportunidad. En cuanto la hizo suya, supo que cumplía todas sus expectativas. Su
búsqueda había terminado. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Y
se estremeció, tanto como la primera vez, al contemplar en sus manos la belleza
excepcional de aquellos ojos de mirada bicolor.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Relato escrito para <a href="https://estanochetecuento.com/rarezas/">estanochetecuento.com</a> - ENTC Concurso 2023<b><i>. ENTCLÁSICO.</i></b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 23.1px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="line-height: 23.1px;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 23.1px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="line-height: 24px;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 23.1px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="line-height: 24px;"></span></span></p><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Un relato con menos de 200 palabras inspirado en </span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">AMANTES, LOCOS.</span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMr4C4nERKPL_EQiIPJwmYErEqRryWSjU3ZrnxLX_fgf9cxizdCcZK1hnzWGbmuN8nhuEeqQsgKSjX9yOlJ9P-wK1CWhO_FBSZbKMhMkJ34eJY_Rekejhyowy71qsY_9Bdx95C7g_tW5KFcFUILvMw5f2rkWNAYok0TbdG3GTEW9XdZjcaMhsZyaBk/s550/amantes-440x550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMr4C4nERKPL_EQiIPJwmYErEqRryWSjU3ZrnxLX_fgf9cxizdCcZK1hnzWGbmuN8nhuEeqQsgKSjX9yOlJ9P-wK1CWhO_FBSZbKMhMkJ34eJY_Rekejhyowy71qsY_9Bdx95C7g_tW5KFcFUILvMw5f2rkWNAYok0TbdG3GTEW9XdZjcaMhsZyaBk/w320-h400/amantes-440x550.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3112213669224284586.post-36340197072319341602023-03-28T16:10:00.001+02:002023-03-30T12:45:23.644+02:00PASIONES HUMANAS<p><br /></p><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Poema que ha llegado al podio semanal en el Concurso de Poesía de la <a href="https://www.elespanol.com/el-cultural/letras/20230327/hombre-piano/751674940_0.html">Cuenta 140</a> de la Revista <a href="https://versosaflordepiel.blogspot.com/2022/05/los-frutos-creceran.html#">El Cultural</a>, cuyo tema es <b>"PASIONES HUMANAS"</b>.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p class="paragraph" data-gtm-vis-first-on-screen-1664348_109="5394" data-gtm-vis-has-fired-1664348_109="1" data-gtm-vis-recent-on-screen-1664348_109="5394" data-gtm-vis-total-visible-time-1664348_109="100" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_7" style="background: rgb(250, 250, 250); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 19px; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></strong></p><p class="paragraph" data-gtm-vis-first-on-screen-1664348_109="5394" data-gtm-vis-has-fired-1664348_109="1" data-gtm-vis-recent-on-screen-1664348_109="5394" data-gtm-vis-total-visible-time-1664348_109="100" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_7" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Pilar Alejos</span></strong></p><p class="paragraph" data-gtm-vis-first-on-screen-1664348_109="5394" data-gtm-vis-has-fired-1664348_109="1" data-gtm-vis-recent-on-screen-1664348_109="5394" data-gtm-vis-total-visible-time-1664348_109="100" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_7" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 19px;"><br style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" /></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 19px;"><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b style="background-color: white;">"Prende un ascua de amapola</b></span></em></b></div><p></p><p class="paragraph" data-gtm-vis-first-on-screen-1664348_109="5394" data-gtm-vis-has-fired-1664348_109="1" data-gtm-vis-recent-on-screen-1664348_109="5394" data-gtm-vis-total-visible-time-1664348_109="100" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_7" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b style="background-color: white;">en el invierno del pecho</b></span></em></p><p class="paragraph" data-gtm-vis-first-on-screen-1664348_109="5394" data-gtm-vis-has-fired-1664348_109="1" data-gtm-vis-recent-on-screen-1664348_109="5394" data-gtm-vis-total-visible-time-1664348_109="100" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_7" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b style="background-color: white;">y todo arde."</b></span></em></p><p class="paragraph" data-gtm-vis-first-on-screen-1664348_109="5394" data-gtm-vis-has-fired-1664348_109="1" data-gtm-vis-recent-on-screen-1664348_109="5394" data-gtm-vis-total-visible-time-1664348_109="100" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_7" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><b style="background-color: white;"><br /></b></span></em></p><p><b style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"></span></b></p><p class="paragraph" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial;"><span style="color: black;">Comentario del conductor de la cuenta, el poeta y novelista, </span><b style="color: black;">Joaquín Pérez Azaústre</b><span style="color: black;">:</span></span></p><p class="paragraph" data-mrf-recirculation="links-parrafos" id="paragraph_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #191a1e; margin: 0px 0px 28px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial;">Contención emotiva y visual para un poema que expresa en varios niveles y con pocos elementos, siempre con elegancia simbólica –“ascua de amapola”- que luego alcanza su mayor extensión “en el invierno del pecho”, antes del llameante final. Síntesis brillante.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWuZs9fkErLZFRXBa1K_iQJcZUORpFBCu1Kl2R5cGh8Su4esX8gm7auNLiFUOaAcYIQkr8zc4FTNqHR6urNYDUPSIvHRBg6xPNQZZ1zVd0jvPP5bl1Q2KcuiZWtALygXDgmjqgSMo8eB2pIyGDJaXF8fdNYmMqaKpTHDzifWByo2l4XHmDNZaC-gYi/s1706/731437327_231773386_1706x960.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1706" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWuZs9fkErLZFRXBa1K_iQJcZUORpFBCu1Kl2R5cGh8Su4esX8gm7auNLiFUOaAcYIQkr8zc4FTNqHR6urNYDUPSIvHRBg6xPNQZZ1zVd0jvPP5bl1Q2KcuiZWtALygXDgmjqgSMo8eB2pIyGDJaXF8fdNYmMqaKpTHDzifWByo2l4XHmDNZaC-gYi/w400-h225/731437327_231773386_1706x960.webp" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fafafa; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Detalle de una de las ilustraciones de Fernando Vicente en 'Lo que el viento se llevó' (Reino de Cordelia)</span></span></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></span><p></p><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div>PILAR ALEJOS MARTINEZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422990496821321559noreply@blogger.com4