tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32393314752420099102024-03-05T05:24:03.952-03:00POESÍA Y TRANSICIONESRoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.comBlogger9647125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-22022439219744133282023-06-04T13:45:00.002-04:002023-06-04T13:45:54.650-04:00DESEOS... <p><span style="font-family: courier;">Están ahí los recuerdos.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Quizás perdidos, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">entre la sombra de los deseos.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Murmuras y </span><span style="font-family: courier;">entonces, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">como un poema, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">se desatan desnudas, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">las orquídeas</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">de</span><span style="font-family: courier;"> entre mi pelo. </span></p><p><br /></p>RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-16001376274692433622021-07-10T23:12:00.001-04:002021-07-10T23:12:13.668-04:00SUTILMENTE...<p><span style="font-family: courier;">Se me ocurrió decirte,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">que a veces y tan sutilmente,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">siento tu presencia</span><span style="font-family: courier;">...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">como un susurro de viento,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">desbordado en mi oído,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">como a lo lejos,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">al romperse una ola,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">resbalara en la piedra...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">como si aún, </span><span style="font-family: courier;">ese sol,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">se escondiera en tu pelo</span><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">y dibujara el silencio...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">así, tan sutilmente.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p>RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-29768256679896753702021-06-26T12:01:00.004-04:002021-06-26T12:01:56.237-04:00DE LO QUE SE SIENTE...<p> <span style="font-family: courier;">A fuerza de querer</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">y no querer,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">se suspende de las horas</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">cierta inmortalidad.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Ábacos que giran</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">contando los minutos,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">entre suspiros escondidos,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">de voces lejanas.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Este paraíso de silencios</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">y murmullos,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">de motas que aparecen,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">de urgencias sin apuros.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Todo está donde debe,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">todo es como debe</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">y tú, siempre, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">sujetándome </span><span style="font-family: courier;">a la certeza</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">de lo que se siente.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p>RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-11011599831658986222021-04-22T12:23:00.003-04:002023-06-04T12:22:01.074-04:00ESE ÚLTIMO RAYO DE SOL...<p><span style="font-family: courier;">No siempre se puede volar, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">cuando los brazos se atrapan </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">y el corazón se anida, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">en su propio horizonte.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">A veces, </span><span style="font-family: courier;">sólo basta, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">ese último rayo de sol,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">para subir hasta el cielo</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">y sin mirar las sombras,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">hacer, el besar su boca</span><span style="font-family: courier;">.</span></p><p><br /></p>RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-482884587040114232021-04-16T00:04:00.001-04:002021-04-16T00:04:26.488-04:00SÓLO ALGO EN LA MENTE...<p><span style="font-family: courier;">Cuando todo acontece</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">y se repite la historia</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">es perfecto el momento</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">para desandar.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Pero ya no hay vuelo</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">de pájaros blancos</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">ni arena,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">ni mar.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Sólo algo en la mente,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">una condición</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">de recuerdo,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">que se altera.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Un salto, hacia dónde,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">abajo, arriba,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">un vacío </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">casi inmortal.</span></p>RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-78887541958195525172021-03-21T12:52:00.016-03:002023-06-04T12:25:33.831-04:00FANTASMA...<span style="font-family: courier;">Cuando viene,</span><div><span style="font-family: courier;">cuando detiene la puerta</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">en mi umbral del descuido,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">su silueta agónica</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y su decir, en silencio.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Sólo mi mano</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">recorre al fantasma,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">despejado en el viento.</span></div>RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-83507903820686765372020-12-01T01:17:00.004-03:002021-07-10T22:18:52.810-04:00DESPEDIDA...<p><span style="font-family: courier;">Ahora, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">que se encorva la mirada</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">de voces y de hombros, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">como si temiéramos descu</span><span style="font-family: courier;">brir</span><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">sobre este baldío </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">tan poblado de sombras, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">este paso del tiempo. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Ahora, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">sin preludios, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">sin fronteras, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">sin severa angustia</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">sin compañía,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">podemos despedirnos. </span></p>RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-89172113184363596272019-11-12T07:16:00.001-03:002019-11-12T07:16:26.368-03:00ENCERRADOS...<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Encerrados</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">en el consuelo sordo,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">para no escuchar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">aquellos latidos.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Callados entonces,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">desde los besos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">hasta la mirada triste,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">callados entonces,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">también en el paisaje.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Encerrados</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">en cada silencio</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">que nos acerque.</span>RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-45015283687207245082019-11-12T07:11:00.005-03:002019-11-12T07:19:34.926-03:00AL MARGEN...<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Acotaciones, </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">sí, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">al margen </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">de todo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Estas pequeñas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">palabras rescatadas,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">como tú y como yo,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">al margen, sí,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">de todo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span>RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-1037859319795076492019-07-01T01:26:00.001-04:002019-07-01T01:41:13.380-04:00NO HAY TIEMPO...<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">No hay tiempo de espera,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">sólo hay nubes entre vientos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">que se detienen,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">cuando sus lágrimas quieren llorar.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">No hay tiempo, es cierto,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">sólo cadenas </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">que atan horarios </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">y silencios,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">que nos despiertan.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br /></span>RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-75728555585700482932019-06-02T19:43:00.006-04:002021-07-10T22:21:36.420-04:00LO QUE FUIMOS...<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">No nos impusimos el dolor</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">ni la alegría de los atardeceres,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">ni la bruma espesa de la costa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">ni la camanchaca desprovista</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">y si la noche, </span><div><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">tenía </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">nuestras sombras, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">tan desnudas como días</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">de caminos infinitos,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">no éramos nosotros,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">sólo era, lo que fuimos.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-32773685155783196772019-06-01T00:01:00.003-04:002019-06-02T22:04:48.582-04:00COMO EN UN RÍO...<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Sin tropiezos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">llegan tus ojos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">de aguas verdes,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">sentidos vivos,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">aromas extendidos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">y en tus labios,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">el ajuar desnudo, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">se agita </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">y fluye alocado, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">como en un río.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span>RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-75436731550239096402019-04-16T23:45:00.005-04:002019-04-16T23:45:54.448-04:00RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-61888519902201631222019-04-16T23:45:00.003-04:002019-04-16T23:45:49.008-04:00RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-4560173156094673602019-04-14T19:51:00.001-04:002019-04-14T19:51:13.736-04:00RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-85302914863982369972019-04-13T00:41:00.001-04:002019-04-13T00:41:11.352-04:00RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-30717957554928062302019-04-13T00:40:00.003-04:002019-04-13T00:40:39.618-04:00RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-58374460373553599232019-04-13T00:40:00.001-04:002019-04-13T00:40:21.572-04:00RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-82629417788013446132019-04-12T20:12:00.005-04:002019-04-12T20:12:50.661-04:00RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-13566938729367057412019-04-12T20:12:00.003-04:002019-04-12T20:12:44.295-04:00RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-28896526766897004742019-04-12T20:12:00.001-04:002019-04-12T20:12:35.405-04:00RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-76062198376740687772019-04-11T19:14:00.005-04:002019-04-11T19:14:23.232-04:00RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-30530514508311096662019-04-11T19:14:00.003-04:002019-04-11T19:14:17.167-04:00RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-56072608533920180042019-04-11T19:14:00.001-04:002019-04-11T19:14:10.135-04:00RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239331475242009910.post-59858859869193633622019-04-10T00:14:00.001-04:002019-04-10T00:14:06.017-04:00RoseMarie M Camushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11387384463754704335noreply@blogger.com0