tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61643395512347740752012-02-15T22:35:21.808-08:00Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.comBlogger471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-51825550043135435112010-06-22T17:44:00.000-07:002010-06-22T17:55:49.426-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/TCFaT3ZJkuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W0F2rjPhD8A/s1600/P1010114.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485765118447424226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/TCFaT3ZJkuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W0F2rjPhD8A/s320/P1010114.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /> No temas.<br /> <br /> Puedes cobijarte sobre la luna<br /> <br /> hasta que el cuerpo y la mente<br /> <br /> pierdan densidad.<br /> <br /> Vislumbremos que la luna<br /> <br /> ha de ser devenir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-5182555004313543511?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-83267073527773596302010-06-05T11:34:00.000-07:002010-06-05T11:37:34.539-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/TAqY_NT3PQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TBkAknz8Uns/s1600/P1010059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479360108321783042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/TAqY_NT3PQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TBkAknz8Uns/s320/P1010059.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Resuenan melodías, eres instrumento. </div><div>Si no estás en sintonía con el universo, </div><div>desarticulas todo lo demás. </div><div>Por eso, debes tomar plena conciencia de que tu aparente pequeña misión </div><div>en esta tierra es infinita. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-8326707352777359630?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-27390423027069373142010-06-05T11:01:00.000-07:002010-06-05T11:33:51.952-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/TAqYFbyL5FI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LdWdEACpCz8/s1600/san+marcos+sierras+invierno+2010+119.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479359115774649426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/TAqYFbyL5FI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LdWdEACpCz8/s320/san+marcos+sierras+invierno+2010+119.jpg" border="0" /></a> Así es lo que ES.<br />Somos sinfonías de cosmos<br />sonidos ancentrales y sonidos de todos los sonidos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-2739042302706937314?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-17787575838118515822009-12-20T13:59:00.000-08:002009-12-20T14:00:58.343-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/Sy6eXTg9z6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/r2rjF3kqzrg/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/Sy6eXTg9z6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/r2rjF3kqzrg/s320/P1010032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417441524986007458" /></a><br /><br /><br />Luces de algodón<br />y embriones de unicornio<br />volcados en tu risa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-1778757583811851582?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-6955054768347270612009-12-20T13:51:00.000-08:002009-12-20T13:55:13.756-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/Sy6dCWVBKcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/gczf6SsVAoI/s1600-h/P1010038.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/Sy6dCWVBKcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/gczf6SsVAoI/s320/P1010038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417440065452321218" /></a><br /> <br /><br />Smog y ruido <br />mariposas de alambre<br />primavera en la urbe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-695505476834727061?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-25964293399099478112009-12-20T13:42:00.000-08:002009-12-20T13:50:28.690-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/Sy6b6ZsLgqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uwLQMyAoHII/s1600-h/P1010115.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/Sy6b6ZsLgqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uwLQMyAoHII/s320/P1010115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417438829404193442" /></a><br /><br />Huertas frugales<br />de brisas azuladas<br />y retoño en el trigal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-2596429339909947811?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-38298054865460374212009-04-18T04:26:00.001-07:002009-10-18T08:50:27.432-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/Sem5LW1y1LI/AAAAAAAAADI/eZjukFz-sv0/s1600-h/P1010194.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325991639103231154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/Sem5LW1y1LI/AAAAAAAAADI/eZjukFz-sv0/s320/P1010194.JPG" border="0" /></a>Se voltean con micromovimientos sutiles.<br />El bosque llora y gime y tirita<br />duelen abofeteadas todas las estrellas.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-3829805486546037421?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-43028646208543217972009-04-18T04:15:00.000-07:002009-04-18T04:24:18.251-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/Sem4M_OgJWI/AAAAAAAAADA/P4ANkfZD_6w/s1600-h/P1010187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325990567612523874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/Sem4M_OgJWI/AAAAAAAAADA/P4ANkfZD_6w/s320/P1010187.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /> Peces abiertos,<br /> reptando por ahí<br /> un mar descalzo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-4302864620854321797?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-12036481055266544132009-04-18T04:10:00.001-07:002009-10-18T08:52:27.315-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/Sem1n7VemVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UbdfmBe9uE0/s1600-h/margarita+2007+053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325987731889625426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/Sem1n7VemVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UbdfmBe9uE0/s320/margarita+2007+053.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div> En la algarabía del alba<br /> y harta de tanto vaporoso sudor<br /> te entrecierro detrás de mi </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-1203648105526654413?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-83965828340480347942009-04-18T04:06:00.000-07:002009-04-18T04:09:07.383-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/Sem0rPmg0fI/AAAAAAAAACw/KdweXmxwkkk/s1600-h/bariloche128.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325986689357763058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/Sem0rPmg0fI/AAAAAAAAACw/KdweXmxwkkk/s320/bariloche128.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div> Un árbol ralo<br /> turbado y suspendido,<br /> hasta enmudecido</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-8396582834048034794?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-48439507488816267052009-04-18T04:02:00.000-07:002009-04-18T04:05:25.746-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/Semzi6eGXQI/AAAAAAAAACo/HBgI-OiZrcM/s1600-h/P1010035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325985446734748930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/Semzi6eGXQI/AAAAAAAAACo/HBgI-OiZrcM/s320/P1010035.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /> VI<br /> Sendero oscuro.<br /> Ya se viene un invierno<br /> de soles invertidos.<br /><br /> <br /> VII<br /> Mente confusa<br /> Colador payasesco<br /> Y tu te ríes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-4843950748881626705?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-51280651134112478172009-04-18T04:00:00.000-07:002009-04-18T04:02:07.124-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SemzG-diZpI/AAAAAAAAACg/nixOFdvyYDA/s1600-h/bariloche126.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325984966769796754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SemzG-diZpI/AAAAAAAAACg/nixOFdvyYDA/s320/bariloche126.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-5128065113411247817?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-91209258588141649012009-04-18T03:52:00.001-07:002009-04-18T03:58:24.978-07:00<div align="left"> II</div><div align="left"> Se le acurruca<br /> el viento abigarrado<br /> plegado y burbujeante</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> III</div><div align="left"> Tu aroma blanco.<br /> Así, plural y táctil.<br /> Tu me acaricias. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> IV<br /> Mirada cristal<br /> hacia magmas abiertos<br /> al candor de tu verbo </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> V<br /> Con baños de luz,<br /> deshaciendo las formas<br /> calarse colorida </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-9120925858814164901?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-23534488279052994402009-04-18T03:34:00.000-07:002009-10-18T08:54:31.893-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SemunSnjlCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/g4uVXJX7Xzs/s1600-h/P1010218.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325980024378201122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SemunSnjlCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/g4uVXJX7Xzs/s320/P1010218.JPG" border="0" /></a> Huérfana de piel<br /> oquedad en el vientre<br /> crepitan estos huesos<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-2353448827905299440?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-35451687241136910452008-08-02T19:04:00.001-07:002009-10-02T16:48:50.284-07:00LAS FOTOGRAFÍAS Y LAS POESÍAS SON AUTORÍA DE SOL CUNTIN.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-3545168724113691045?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-78763889893881126492008-08-02T19:01:00.000-07:002008-08-02T19:03:57.929-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUSAIYBRCI/AAAAAAAAACE/gZpnAjL21wA/s1600-h/margarita+2007+085.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230106335718229026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUSAIYBRCI/AAAAAAAAACE/gZpnAjL21wA/s320/margarita+2007+085.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-7876388989388112649?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-34544097467945854372008-08-02T19:00:00.000-07:002008-08-02T19:01:12.763-07:00La transmutación es multicolor<br />y huele a ninfas.<br />las aves azules me han llevado al remanso.<br /><br />La pluma no supura,<br />el miedo es sólo una ilusión de barro.<br /><br /><br />He llenado de destellos dorados la morada de todo mi cuerpo.<br />Pero no puedo cobijarte en mi regazo<br />El vacío se lo ha llevado todo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-3454409746794585437?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-53333731145306301382008-08-02T18:57:00.002-07:002008-08-02T18:59:10.611-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUQ5e5FnYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yKDAvNs9n8k/s1600-h/margarita+2007+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230105121991794050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUQ5e5FnYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yKDAvNs9n8k/s320/margarita+2007+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-5333373114530630138?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-47296449215320997892008-08-02T18:57:00.001-07:002008-08-02T18:57:28.530-07:00El nuevo tintineo del atardecer<br />rememora que cada día es un presente a descifrar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-4729644921532099789?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-6393470247814483882008-08-02T18:53:00.000-07:002008-08-02T18:55:41.047-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUQEklu-rI/AAAAAAAAAB0/olzHP6y8GHU/s1600-h/P1010033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230104212988164786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUQEklu-rI/AAAAAAAAAB0/olzHP6y8GHU/s320/P1010033.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-639347024781448388?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-69453712466292048742008-08-02T18:51:00.000-07:002008-08-02T18:53:14.272-07:00¿Cuántas grietas tiene la memoria?<br />Parecen infinitas cuando la vida se ve de marrón.<br />En cambio, cuando el azulino atraviesa mi vientre<br />Y me ciñe la cintura de cascabeles<br />Olvido toda disquisición. <br /><br /><br />Hay que viajar más seguido en un vaivén<br />incesante que vaya de la tierra al sol<br />y viceversa.<br />¡Que paladeo salitre y sensual!<br /><br />Vida color de ensueño,<br />te como a borbotones<br />aferrándome a ti<br />puesto que eres la gracia más bella.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-6945371246629204874?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-12778415478703425112008-08-02T18:49:00.000-07:002008-08-02T18:51:32.868-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUPGdAltEI/AAAAAAAAABs/WB93vm0rJI8/s1600-h/P3270010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230103145801430082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUPGdAltEI/AAAAAAAAABs/WB93vm0rJI8/s320/P3270010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-1277841547870342511?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-85344638586009267032008-08-02T18:47:00.000-07:002009-10-18T09:01:04.232-07:00Vivía en una caja de cristal<br />hasta que me pinché los dedos y empecé a llorar.<br />Mi pecho se hundía,<br />mi mente se embotaba y mis cimientos de destartalaban.<br />Lentamente tomé refugio en el sol, que me bañó las pestañas de espuma<br />con la armoniosa frescura de una vida nueva.<br />En cada eco de mi cuerpo<br />desperté a la vida.<br />El sol con toda su intensidad se apodera de mi<br />Y me torno pura estela de universo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-8534463858600926703?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-41641671444363987892008-08-02T18:44:00.000-07:002008-08-02T18:45:33.906-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUNsvdyjPI/AAAAAAAAABk/A8ckfs8-bYQ/s1600-h/P1010168.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230101604567518450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUNsvdyjPI/AAAAAAAAABk/A8ckfs8-bYQ/s320/P1010168.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-4164167144436398789?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-35488912858392957522008-08-02T18:43:00.001-07:002008-08-02T18:43:40.130-07:00Han ofrendado flores a la luna<br />Y me he bañado en sueños salitres.<br />Liviana, una con el cosmos<br />y a mi lado la dulzura inconmensurable de tu silencio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-3548891285839295752?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-88416362992630850612008-08-02T18:02:00.000-07:002008-08-02T18:40:54.656-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUMV32qbCI/AAAAAAAAABc/19sacLdpzfw/s1600-h/P1010185.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230100112170708002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUMV32qbCI/AAAAAAAAABc/19sacLdpzfw/s320/P1010185.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-8841636299263085061?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-54934112897999341892008-08-02T18:00:00.000-07:002008-08-02T18:01:51.203-07:00¿Dónde está mi sonrisa soñadora?<br />La he perdido,<br />Reventó en telarañas.<br />Me gritan punzantes la oquedad y el miedo ante la noche agónica.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-5493411289799934189?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-56461613650853596712008-08-02T17:55:00.000-07:002008-08-02T17:59:25.025-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUC4rXUTXI/AAAAAAAAABU/5lMeJOY1KNw/s1600-h/P1010187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230089714997153138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUC4rXUTXI/AAAAAAAAABU/5lMeJOY1KNw/s320/P1010187.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-5646161365085359671?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-81563170391123375742008-08-02T17:54:00.001-07:002008-08-02T17:54:21.471-07:00Te embebo, te trago, te derrito,<br />deliro, te estiro.<br />Tu cuerpo es ya una lejana estela que dormita<br />enrollado en el manto de un Lama<br />enquistado y al unísono olvidado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-8156317039112337574?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-39320033955330416702008-08-02T17:51:00.000-07:002008-08-02T17:52:12.216-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUBMteUFmI/AAAAAAAAABM/XqSOJMLJSnE/s1600-h/P1010134.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230087860137498210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUBMteUFmI/AAAAAAAAABM/XqSOJMLJSnE/s320/P1010134.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-3932003395533041670?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-41046884813971303432008-08-02T17:49:00.000-07:002008-08-02T17:50:37.721-07:00Trampantojo,<br />Canto un mantra<br />y mi mente se enquista y se enquista.<br />No quiere salir porque la tierra duele.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-4104688481397130343?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-10591653364081394702008-08-02T17:47:00.000-07:002008-08-02T17:49:12.220-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUAd_oujmI/AAAAAAAAABE/44vMu_OZ-cQ/s1600-h/P1010170.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230087057559162466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJUAd_oujmI/AAAAAAAAABE/44vMu_OZ-cQ/s320/P1010170.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-1059165336408139470?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-35529697065557381752008-08-02T17:44:00.000-07:002008-08-02T17:45:33.101-07:00¿Dónde estás, niña herida?<br />¿Te ha tomado un espíritu?<br />Yo te aguardo con una candela en la duermevela de la tarde.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-3552969706555738175?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-63628250381489727762008-08-02T17:41:00.000-07:002008-08-02T17:43:16.772-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJT_BbmY-3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/i7cLJ73eOQ8/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230085467337718642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJT_BbmY-3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/i7cLJ73eOQ8/s320/P1010032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-6362825038148972776?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-44216204739825162742008-08-02T17:40:00.000-07:002008-08-02T17:41:05.078-07:00Un nuevo halo de luz atraviesa mi existencia.<br />Renazco.<br />Se nace y se muere cada día,<br />la vida nos confiere la bendición de la impermanencia.<br />Le oro al devenir para que me sane<br />con un bálsamo infinito de amor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-4421620473982516274?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-91304422174821057102008-08-02T17:32:00.000-07:002008-08-02T17:36:22.178-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJT9WspxfWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UvI-L5EjNDE/s1600-h/margarita+2007+053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230083633669307746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJT9WspxfWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UvI-L5EjNDE/s320/margarita+2007+053.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-9130442217482105710?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-84742727673257817862008-08-02T17:30:00.000-07:002008-08-02T17:32:26.307-07:00Un paño de luz se ciñe a mis entrañas.<br />Es la luz celestial que inunda todos los rinconces de mi ser.<br />y la humilde manifestación del cosmos<br />que se asoma por la ventana oscura del encierro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-8474272767325781786?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-83256976250048107882008-08-02T17:27:00.000-07:002008-08-02T17:29:33.540-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJT72gCoAMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/T7ll5ORD6d0/s1600-h/P1010035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230081981016441026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJT72gCoAMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/T7ll5ORD6d0/s320/P1010035.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-8325697625004810788?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-14180330363926266742008-08-02T17:23:00.000-07:002008-08-02T17:24:34.088-07:00La tierra está cubierta por un halo grisáceo<br />Y yo postrada ante los estratos del pasado.<br />Es esa huella karmica que supura y supura.<br />¿Cuándo podrá cortarse el hilo de luz<br />blanca que me lleva hasta tu corazón?<br />Eres una fantasmagoría inasible<br />Que quiero succionar hasta la muerte.<br />Luego de ello, la luz de una estela<br />que destella de vez en cuando<br />ya sin vigor<br />en la mente recurrente.<br />Pero el presente y las flores son faros<br />para salir del laberinto<br />entonces agradezco y me baño en la impermanencia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-1418033036392626674?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-35672434705895010162008-08-02T17:21:00.000-07:002008-08-02T17:22:28.505-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJT6Okh83pI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wO8rxffjMsU/s1600-h/P3270012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230080195515178642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJT6Okh83pI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wO8rxffjMsU/s320/P3270012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-3567243470589501016?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-25498029209856963572008-08-02T17:19:00.000-07:002008-08-02T17:21:25.042-07:00Tengo olor a hiedra,<br />olor a hiedra muerta.<br />Me busco y no me encuentro en esta ausencia<br />lacerante de mi cuerpo que no encaja con el universo.<br />Cosmos, alíneate a mis entrañas y baña mis mañanas de sol y de sudor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-2549802920985696357?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-80028074235151920292008-08-02T16:50:00.000-07:002008-08-02T16:51:21.540-07:00Tiempo vacío<br /> y mañana vacua <br />bañada de aguanieve.<br /><br />Las ventanas cubiertas<br />de destellos invisibles<br />y el peso de la dispersión destilándose<br />sobre cada pulmón que se abre.<br /><br />Nos bañan con la sangre<br />de un ciclo incesante y mortífero.<br />Son los huecos de la esclavitud<br />punzando los vientres helados. <br /><br />Continente agrietado,<br />¡Levántate prolífico!<br />asoma tus narices al cosmos<br />y succiona el candor de la Madre Tierra.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-8002807423515192029?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-54135480646213095382008-08-02T16:47:00.000-07:002008-08-02T16:48:42.429-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJTyT7dKQqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GHViKpxWuWk/s1600-h/P3270017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230071491475423906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJTyT7dKQqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GHViKpxWuWk/s320/P3270017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-5413548064621309538?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-18858107526427554232008-08-02T16:44:00.000-07:002008-08-02T16:46:37.532-07:00La pluma destella,<br />supura agua<br />y se lleva el dolor de milenios. <br /><br />Del rosario de cristal emana un mensaje cifrado,<br />palabra perfumada intransferible.<br /><br />Espero de este viaje, tu partida<br />la suma del racconto<br />o cualquier tipo de asidero<br />que me restituya la identidad.<br /><br />Luego lo pierdo todo,<br />olvido el nombre<br />y me torno pluma espolvoreada<br />al contoneo de la luz.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-1885810752642755423?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-23379035984718381702008-08-02T16:39:00.000-07:002008-08-02T16:41:37.905-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJTwlJND4yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hELVnpWR6HQ/s1600-h/P3260002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230069588200514338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZY6kljGRhN0/SJTwlJND4yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hELVnpWR6HQ/s320/P3260002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-2337903598471838170?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-72956437168777411832008-08-02T16:38:00.000-07:002008-08-02T16:39:41.419-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-7295643716877741183?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164339551234774075.post-67997540267699929242008-08-02T16:20:00.000-07:002008-08-02T16:23:10.152-07:00<strong>Fotopoemas para dejar fluir la conciencia del espíritu. </strong><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164339551234774075-6799754026769992924?l=solcuntinpoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sol Cuntinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778377045471466384noreply@blogger.com1