tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12125218671062093942011-04-21T15:54:53.192-07:00GFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14697610149385956086noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212521867106209394.post-31288482655582188022009-03-19T12:07:00.000-07:002009-03-19T12:49:01.990-07:00<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ef9c75964722330c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def9c75964722330c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331194323%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC4DB2BC8C8F5715B660DC6AB175F2552267BA91.80742692EB79E58F2366110982CB64A5709561AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def9c75964722330c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1x2uC3AosRrOUK0mfCk1Hafmexs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def9c75964722330c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331194323%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC4DB2BC8C8F5715B660DC6AB175F2552267BA91.80742692EB79E58F2366110982CB64A5709561AB%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def9c75964722330c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1x2uC3AosRrOUK0mfCk1Hafmexs&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dedicadas a su hijo, a raíz de recibir una carta de su mujer, en la que le decía que no comía más que pan y cebolla.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212521867106209394-3128848265558218802?l=mhernandezgfg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14697610149385956086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212521867106209394.post-16428757890591844572009-01-25T13:07:00.000-08:002009-01-25T13:17:11.163-08:00<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.laverdad.es/murcia/prensa/noticias/200805/18/fotos/004D7ELXP1_1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://www.laverdad.es/murcia/prensa/noticias/200805/18/fotos/004D7ELXP1_1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mis ojos, sin tus ojos, no son ojos,<br />que son dos hormigueros solitarios,<br />y son mis manos sin las tuyas varios<br />intratables espinos a manojos..<br /><br />No me encuentro los labios sin tus rojos,<br />que me llenan de dulces campanarios,<br />sin ti mis pensamientos son calvarios<br />criando nardos y agostando hinojos.<br /><br />No sé qué es de mi oreja sin tu acento,<br />ni hacia qué polo yerro sin tu estrella,<br />y mi voz sin tu trato se afemina.<br /><br />Los olores persigo de tu viento<br />y la olvidada imagen de tu huella,<br />que en ti principia, amor, y en mí termina. </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212521867106209394-1642875789059184457?l=mhernandezgfg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14697610149385956086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212521867106209394.post-64430521711721620852008-11-14T05:22:00.000-08:002008-11-14T05:27:56.810-08:00<a href="http://robertozucco.bitacoras.com/hernandez4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 480px;" src="http://robertozucco.bitacoras.com/hernandez4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />"<em>Por las calles voy dejando<br />algo que voy recogiendo:<br />pedazos de vida mía<br />venidos desde muy lejos.</em>"<br /><br /><br />Miguel Hernández<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212521867106209394-6443052171172162085?l=mhernandezgfg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14697610149385956086noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212521867106209394.post-69237221548617634052008-11-10T10:21:00.000-08:002008-11-10T10:35:35.084-08:00<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">Andaluces de Jaen,</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">aceituneros altivos,</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">decidme en el alma:</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">Quien, quien levanto los olivos?</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">No los levanto la nada,</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">ni el dinero, ni el señor,</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">sino la tierra callada,</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">el trabajo y el sudor.</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">Unidos al agua pura</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">y a los planetas unidos,</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">los tres dieron la hermosura</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">de los troncos retorcidos.</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">Levantate, olivo cano,</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">dijeron al pie del viento.</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">Y el olivo alzo una mano</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">poderosa de cimiento.</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">Andaluces de Jaen, aceituneros</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">altivos, </span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">decidme en el alma:</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">Quien, amamanto los olivos?</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">Vuestra sangre, vuestra vida,</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">no la del explotador</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">que se enriquecio en la herida</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">generosa del sudor.</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">No la del terrateniente</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">que os sepulto en la pobreza,</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">que os pisoteo la frente,</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">que os redujo la cabeza.</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">Arboles que vuestro afan</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">consagro al centro del día</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">eran principio de un pan</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">que solo el otro comía.</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">Cuantos siglos de aceituna,</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">los pies y las manos presos,</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">sol a sol y luna a luna,</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">pesan sobre vuestros huesos!</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">Andaluces de Jaen, </span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">aceitunero</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">saltivos, pregunta mi alma:</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">de quién, de quién son estos olivos?</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">Jaen, levantate brava</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">sobre tus piedras lunares,</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">no vayas a ser esclava</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">con todos tus olivares.</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">Dentro de la claridad del aceite</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">y sus aromas, indican tu libertad</span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">la libertad de tus lomas. </span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Miguel Hernández</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </p><p> <br /></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> <br /> <br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Andaluces de Jaén per Paco Ibáñez</span> <br /> <br /> <br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxeFEBSAOUs"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value=""><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxeFEBSAOUs">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxeFEBSAOUs</a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxeFEBSAOUs">&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param 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corazón </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y me aventan la garganta.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1212521867106209394-8109432510459544380?l=mhernandezgfg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GFGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14697610149385956086noreply@blogger.com0