tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82269326175818150662024-02-03T00:53:40.890+01:00El juego de hacer versos(Taller de poesía para adolescentes inquietos)I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-90764947097762718032017-01-15T22:33:00.000+01:002017-01-17T20:52:49.865+01:00¿QUÉ ES POESÍA?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-27253907831268290562015-11-03T09:55:00.001+01:002015-11-03T10:04:31.288+01:00UNA ROSA BLANCA<center>
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I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-69097645776564530192015-03-05T20:41:00.000+01:002015-03-06T10:00:13.584+01:00ODAS A LA BOMBILLA<div align="center">
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Bombillas que encienden ideas.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Bombillas que iluminan caminos.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Bombillas que destruyen oscuridad.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Bombillas que apagan el miedo.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Enciende el interruptor de la luz de la vida.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">Heroína que nos salva de la oscuridad.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">Que nos guía por el buen camino.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">Nos alumbra por la ciudad</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">venciendo al oscuro destino.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">A la luna la desprecia.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">Al sol envidia.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">la mayor de nuestras</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">grandes metas.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">En los lugares fríos y oscuros</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">nos da calor y luz.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">La necesaria para nuestras vidas.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;">Bombilla que me da calor,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;">que me alumbra como el sol.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;">Bombilla que ilumina</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;">cada día de mi vida.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;">Siempre ahí colgada,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;">Tu cristal transparente</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;">deja pasar tu luz,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;">que me ciega fuertemente</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;">con una imparable inquietud.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="color: #674ea7;">Bombilla que das luz</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oscuridad tú me quitas</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me iluminas mis noches</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Blancas son las noches contigo</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Imaginarme sin ti no puedo</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lento pasa el tiempo cuando está oscuro</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lo iluminas todo con tu luz</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Amanece y no debo encenderte</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Disfrutaré del amanecer del día</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Es precioso ver el Sol</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Brillando en el cielo azul</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Aunque yo te echo de menos</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Juegas en mis sueños nocturnos</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oscuros mis pensamientos estarían sin ti</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Contigo disfruto las noches</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oigo mi corazón latir</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nadie sabe lo que siento por ti</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sólo tú que me iluminas</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Unida en mi habitación</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me haces sentir mejor</span></span><br />
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I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-70296203771109791232015-03-05T20:36:00.000+01:002015-03-05T20:36:20.467+01:00LA LUZ LO ES TODO<div align="center">
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<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: x-large;">LA LUZ LO ES TODO</span></strong></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">Mi preciosa luz</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">que por la ventana</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">te asomas tan radiante,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">dejemos la electricidad</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">para convertir lo natural</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">Eres todo,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">deja brillar a los árboles,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">impactas en mi cara</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">por la mañana.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">Utiliza bajo consumo</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">y baja esos humos.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">Conviértete</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">en lo que deseas ser.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"><strong>ESTELA TORRES JIMÉNEZ (1ºE)</strong></span></div>
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I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-17559981869511314452012-05-30T10:36:00.002+02:002012-05-30T10:58:25.841+02:00SOMOS IGUALES<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcWhTRW0SP2vq-zH2IqbazMQObP8u9LtksbrD5yFdAk1oHmwprY-JBn843ubImL2G9Aa_hvs2keuqq5k_sPKrXHjFYcRDA_r0CrMEmpVAvGQ74WeWF1USw6SfNa38lqswRR8F-OwI63JOC/s1600/igualdad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcWhTRW0SP2vq-zH2IqbazMQObP8u9LtksbrD5yFdAk1oHmwprY-JBn843ubImL2G9Aa_hvs2keuqq5k_sPKrXHjFYcRDA_r0CrMEmpVAvGQ74WeWF1USw6SfNa38lqswRR8F-OwI63JOC/s400/igualdad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748247966822891602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Tú y yo somos iguales </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Somos iguales, somos personas </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Somos iguales, somos humanos</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Somos iguales, hombres y mujeres</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Somos iguales</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Somos iguales, negros y blancos</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >¿Cuál es la diferencia?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Todos somos iguales</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Tú y yo somos iguales</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >¿Cuál es la diferencia?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">MANUEL AMADI, 3º DIVER</span></span></div>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-65737210716337644762012-02-27T18:51:00.000+01:002012-02-28T19:01:34.554+01:00TU SONRISA ES MI ALEGRÍA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihiGStDt_1lqlF22mxhBA1Re5RNDmgI58lDPOjBIlIuP_jisc0L4kG1sF-ltcKEagqL2S5gu7xlQMwbgFa8xzPRPMnqTNWMj-sF_dW3FFEoiiz3AEmwxbRY7RG485x03K5507xmD-ENJcq/s1600/20090126102602-sonrie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihiGStDt_1lqlF22mxhBA1Re5RNDmgI58lDPOjBIlIuP_jisc0L4kG1sF-ltcKEagqL2S5gu7xlQMwbgFa8xzPRPMnqTNWMj-sF_dW3FFEoiiz3AEmwxbRY7RG485x03K5507xmD-ENJcq/s320/20090126102602-sonrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714247740866706530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Tu sonrisa es mi alegría de cada día.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br />Verte cada mañana es como un beso de un ángel.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br />Cada vez que me besas<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">siento cómo Dios me da la mano.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br />Tus ojos son luceros que me guían </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br />por la oscuridad de mi vida.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Tu sonrisa es como el mar </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br />que se lleva mis preocupaciones.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">NOELIA NIETO, 3º DIV</span><br /></span></span></div>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-3241930265516950792012-01-25T22:29:00.002+01:002012-02-25T22:34:25.442+01:00DESCRIPCIÓN AMOROSA<center><div><object style="width:420px;height:315px"><param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&viewMode=presentation&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&showFlipBtn=true&documentId=120225212048-aa3d70825c6c4f41a28683ee2fa102fe&docName=descripci_n&username=bibloranca&loadingInfoText=DESCRIPCI%C3%93N%20AMOROSA&et=1330205551979&er=3"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="menu" value="false"><embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:420px;height:315px" flashvars="mode=embed&viewMode=presentation&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&showFlipBtn=true&documentId=120225212048-aa3d70825c6c4f41a28683ee2fa102fe&docName=descripci_n&username=bibloranca&loadingInfoText=DESCRIPCI%C3%93N%20AMOROSA&et=1330205551979&er=3"></embed></object><div style="width:420px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://issuu.com/bibloranca/docs/descripci_n?mode=embed&viewMode=presentation&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&showFlipBtn=true" target="_blank"></a><br /></div></div></center>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-76058972770403962132012-01-20T22:45:00.000+01:002012-02-25T22:47:54.094+01:00ASÍ SOMOS...<div><div style="text-align: center;"><object style="width:420px;height:315px"><param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&viewMode=presentation&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&backgroundColor=2A5083&showFlipBtn=true&documentId=120225213938-b8320a3fcbe649d085d4b5d45c1a1dc6&docName=as__somos&username=bibloranca&loadingInfoText=AS%C3%8D%20SOMOS&et=1330206254649&er=18"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="menu" value="false"><embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:420px;height:315px" flashvars="mode=embed&viewMode=presentation&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&backgroundColor=2A5083&showFlipBtn=true&documentId=120225213938-b8320a3fcbe649d085d4b5d45c1a1dc6&docName=as__somos&username=bibloranca&loadingInfoText=AS%C3%8D%20SOMOS&et=1330206254649&er=18"></embed></object></div><div style="width:420px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://issuu.com/bibloranca/docs/as__somos?mode=embed&viewMode=presentation&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&backgroundColor=2A5083&showFlipBtn=true" target="_blank"></a><br /></div></div>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-76799325444764793692011-11-28T21:08:00.002+01:002012-01-24T21:37:01.331+01:00LA ALMOHADA DE MIS SUEÑOS<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Ella es la almohada de mis sueños,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">ella es la alegría de mi cansancio,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">ella es la pasión de la rabia,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">ella es la tristeza del odio,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">ella es el odio de la locura,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">ella es la locura de la emoción, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">ella es la emoción del despertar,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">porque ella es la almohada de mis sueños...<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">ENRIQUE ZUMAQUERO, 3ºE</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></span></span><br /></div>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-44731448840241137732011-11-24T20:29:00.002+01:002012-01-24T21:02:17.711+01:00PARECE SER...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMBVxB9RqErty1GoDJgdw9GBIjYe-Yyo9FrPcjWmcTj4HiyEfXyv3rvK6y2PBeK12wFN_CuLmdnzCBe6w1l6lI2q5JTSl-hzE8Hx5vjMNOXNz54VhTLtC5yDDbfTM0v4d2zsDx_g8ODRa/s1600/El+violinista+celeste+-+Chagall.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMBVxB9RqErty1GoDJgdw9GBIjYe-Yyo9FrPcjWmcTj4HiyEfXyv3rvK6y2PBeK12wFN_CuLmdnzCBe6w1l6lI2q5JTSl-hzE8Hx5vjMNOXNz54VhTLtC5yDDbfTM0v4d2zsDx_g8ODRa/s400/El+violinista+celeste+-+Chagall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701289372067929026" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"El violinista celeste"</span> (M. Chagall)<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Parece ser inteligente como una fórmula matemática</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Parece ser amigo de melodías de cuerda</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Parece ser un león en una sabana de libros</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Parece ser tranquilo como una taza de tila</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Parece ser un murciélago en una cueva</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Parece ser un ventanal cara al mar</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Parece ser y lo es</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">NÉSTOR MANZANERO SOBRADO, 3ºE</span></span><br /></div></div>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-24661989579020941862011-06-14T07:44:00.006+02:002011-09-16T19:04:36.675+02:00SIN TÍTULO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtnpx9Aj14TaCceCwOTpP8gwzZyAutR6Za4m1eNnrTRFLi1TPfP2DgMr64E4l4_PefPCRmQ-_CgFf4D5lvZykSrc98MrylGzpz6INgyPWojcwo8uAonjAHs44aWsMt3C2eAS7VIAwqmRx/s1600/cielo_nocturno_2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtnpx9Aj14TaCceCwOTpP8gwzZyAutR6Za4m1eNnrTRFLi1TPfP2DgMr64E4l4_PefPCRmQ-_CgFf4D5lvZykSrc98MrylGzpz6INgyPWojcwo8uAonjAHs44aWsMt3C2eAS7VIAwqmRx/s400/cielo_nocturno_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653004040127592914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Solo una palabra quiero oír de tu boca</span></p><div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Solo un susurro pequeño del viento </span></p><div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Solo un pensamiento en bajo</span></p><div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Para ver tus sueños en alto</span></p><div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Para poder viajar en tren a la luna</span></p><div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Para poder quererte en<span style=""> </span>mi vida eterna </span></p><div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Para<span style=""> </span>poder oír tus besos</span></p><div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Para decir al mundo cuánto te quiero</span></p><div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Para pedirle al mundo que regreses en este momento </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Para tenerte cerca de mi aliento</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Para ver en tus ojos la locura y el amor que viste en mí</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Para tenerte poseerte para hacerte mío en este momento </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Para poder besarte acariciarte olerte </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Poder verte todos los días a mi lado en sueños</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ya que este amor no durará siempre</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Porque algún día te olvidaré y no tendré memoria alguna</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">No tendré recuerdos tuyos sobre el cielo oscuro</span></p> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">No podré verte nunca porque solo tú habitas en mis sueños</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">NOELIA ORTIZ POLO, 3ºG</span></span></div></span>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-71133226183723839512011-04-03T17:44:00.005+02:002011-04-03T18:08:11.291+02:00NO ME ARREPIENTO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSwp2UnIoOJ5mEMWRNtWpCVEt1QgeQ87G6t18ZAWmsABbeGSRIY9SjKof6a6EZvGLJRJBkHESJexdp4QaW0VXNacFAk98das8pS9_ApT3gPdNCGp11VkDaZUR3lO9f6ZUPrWiAS5bo8VV/s1600/amor-platonico.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 328px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSwp2UnIoOJ5mEMWRNtWpCVEt1QgeQ87G6t18ZAWmsABbeGSRIY9SjKof6a6EZvGLJRJBkHESJexdp4QaW0VXNacFAk98das8pS9_ApT3gPdNCGp11VkDaZUR3lO9f6ZUPrWiAS5bo8VV/s400/amor-platonico.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591389128411439970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Te convertiste en mi vida sin quererlo, pero no,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no me arrepiento de quererte,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no me arrepiento de fijarme en ti,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no me arrepiento de ser quien soy gracias a ti.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Es más, me alegro de todo eso,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">me alegro de quererte, de ser quien soy,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">siempre voy a estar apoyándote, defendiéndote,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">me da igual lo que la gente diga,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">solo me importa lo que tú digas,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">porque te amo,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nunca podré expresar</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">todo lo que siento por ti con palabras</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">porque nunca habrá palabras para expresarlo.</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Á</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">NGELA VÁZQUEZ, 3ºE</span></span><br /></div></div>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-18718239772680328692011-03-14T17:19:00.000+01:002011-03-14T17:20:46.227+01:00HAIKUS PORQUE SÍ<div><div style="text-align: center;"><object style="width: 420px; height: 315px;"><param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&viewMode=presentation&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fwood2%2Flayout.xml&autoFlip=true&autoFlipTime=6000&documentId=110314154709-55715bafa5bc4ad8a3a765393b81436c&docName=haikus&username=bibloranca&loadingInfoText=HAIKUS%20PORQUE%20S%C3%8D&et=1300119562683&er=53"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="menu" value="false"><embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width: 420px; height: 315px;" flashvars="mode=embed&viewMode=presentation&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fwood2%2Flayout.xml&autoFlip=true&autoFlipTime=6000&documentId=110314154709-55715bafa5bc4ad8a3a765393b81436c&docName=haikus&username=bibloranca&loadingInfoText=HAIKUS%20PORQUE%20S%C3%8D&et=1300119562683&er=53"></embed></object></div><div style="width: 420px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://issuu.com/bibloranca/docs/haikus?mode=embed&viewMode=presentation&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fwood2%2Flayout.xml&autoFlip=true&autoFlipTime=6000" target="_blank"><br /></a><a href="http://issuu.com/search?q=biblioteca" target="_blank"></a></div></div>I. 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CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-20846308140388426952010-12-15T23:58:00.005+01:002010-12-16T17:49:58.277+01:00AL AMOR<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZ9sPNKSAmfS2iwxId0mZnJkUE5x9SQS4Ok6Vx__bzQdedKUGpJOrVxY72nSw5qZlA7kkE477r0ZQj1pRlXnVxmE5ExM4alDbMnKE_GxPZxfcd9VKmUT0r30U-eVD-Q5XdGP0v23s1N-C/s1600/love.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZ9sPNKSAmfS2iwxId0mZnJkUE5x9SQS4Ok6Vx__bzQdedKUGpJOrVxY72nSw5qZlA7kkE477r0ZQj1pRlXnVxmE5ExM4alDbMnKE_GxPZxfcd9VKmUT0r30U-eVD-Q5XdGP0v23s1N-C/s400/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551323031677590082" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Al amor, al amor hago esta poesía<br />el amor me ha llevado a hacer<br />esta perfecta melodía<br />y se la dedico al amor<br />a un amor loco<br />amor de mí por vos y de vos por otro<br />amor de un encuentro<br />amor bendito<br />amor en bruto<br />amor de una vida o de un minuto<br />en el amor habrá sollozos y lamentos y<br />pensamientos muy violentos<br />y habrá silencios que no entiendo<br />soñando aún todavía despierto<br />por eso vivo en el presente y no en el mañana<br />del ayer<br />y yo ahora salgo de mi casa con la cabeza en los pies<br />busqué a alguien que me acompañase<br />y obtuve un monólogo<br />y quise un final feliz y me quedé en el prólogo<br />el amor que por ti siento lo mantengo en este<br />prólogo<br />y tu benévolo suspiro me aprisiona en este hoyo<br />esta poesía se me acaba pero está mejor que un bollo<br />relleno por dos caricias, tres sonrisas<br />y ese cabello tan precioso.</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">MARCOS SORDO, 3º D</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-1087510502636382952010-12-11T22:38:00.008+01:002010-12-11T23:11:32.106+01:00DESDE EL SALÓN<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://saulcastillo.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-ultima-primera-vez.html"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlh15KJV6CmEBcfeyNkfL5qAQiug9CT0NMMIUYD_WN_vmOK-R_hw4UT4oEQboMT2idAXh8m-wxtPlGpo5p3q8Tgtm-pAXsv1ushyphenhyphen6ufA6vHNKKE8QyDKyCMfBKNO3icxtJpLYX_0fHp-S/s400/Foto+G%2521+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549548302582896530" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsbOCyOQtjS5vGB73XiJgRj-18X1cGgt_L391x4SonbG9Xz_w8V05iUg69fppw2XoVUvzGMTR7o5PlwriVVWPVvE3VCDapOiaO5oAHSBxoa3mNhfn0AvOgalV96T9C137FkAqjW-1SzioB/s1600/anciano-van-gogh.jpg"><br /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Desde el salón un sonido sosegado salía</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y una anciana persona descansaba</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />al compás de la preciosa melodía.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />De la vida cálida se alejaba,</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />a la muerte fría se iba acercando,</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />a este cansado hombre la suerte final llegaba.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />El vencido hombre recordando</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />alegrías, tristezas, aventuras hermosas</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />que todavía sigue añorando.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Fuera, prosigue la vida airosa</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />con el amor y con el d</span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">esamor</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y con la amistad y con sus cosas.</span></span> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ANDREA GUERRERO MARTÍN, 3ºD</span></span><br /></div>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-80947244231821824012010-12-11T22:02:00.009+01:002010-12-11T22:24:57.856+01:00ME PIDEN QUE SEA POETA...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOTKFqccR0lgf6tHa6_PxoUD9XSns6QPFBwKsdGV1jwpisUCAw-jw0OEuErYsPygpTvF936UL-BUmNkPZwljWyRGWAPxk-CQkt4w8i-EKQtypC9MBuMPmKRhG58Nwmo4oUSO41E3lpWU_M/s1600/writing%25252Bpoetry.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOTKFqccR0lgf6tHa6_PxoUD9XSns6QPFBwKsdGV1jwpisUCAw-jw0OEuErYsPygpTvF936UL-BUmNkPZwljWyRGWAPxk-CQkt4w8i-EKQtypC9MBuMPmKRhG58Nwmo4oUSO41E3lpWU_M/s400/writing%25252Bpoetry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549536868287941602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Me piden que sea poeta y yo poeta no soy,</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">me piden que escriba versos y escribano yo no soy.</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">La serpiente siempre siseaba es una <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">aliteración</span>,</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">antítesis</span> bueno y malo, <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">paronomasia</span> esto estoy,</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">quiasmo</span> la nube blanca y el radiante sol, </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">una<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> paradoja </span>el rápido caracol,</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">azul, rojo, amarillo, verde... me da <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">asíndeton</span></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">y violeta y rosa y morado y negro consigo <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">polisíndeton</span>.</span></span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">CARMEN MAYORAL, 3ºD</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></div>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-62667123635061854692010-12-09T20:29:00.005+01:002010-12-11T22:25:24.464+01:00EL INVIERNO<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEwRwxUSIwMuiJo-UNlH8GvjFV0Ay7NG9raH6CpE6Q02RQw1pn31fBJ497z4FJNS9haJK2fQaEXmSYqW8eQffBQZdHOCPpltkf1O4cdutGNJq0KPpgcPWjoJB3rOKVENWjlximH04KH4Sy/s1600/mueco.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEwRwxUSIwMuiJo-UNlH8GvjFV0Ay7NG9raH6CpE6Q02RQw1pn31fBJ497z4FJNS9haJK2fQaEXmSYqW8eQffBQZdHOCPpltkf1O4cdutGNJq0KPpgcPWjoJB3rOKVENWjlximH04KH4Sy/s200/mueco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548768345904499314" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Llega el invierno frío,</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">llega el invierno lluvioso,</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">llega el invierno tenebroso.</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Aquella</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> mañana, mad</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">rugada de febrero,</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">las calles heladas,</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">lo</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">s mofletes color</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">ados.</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Esas nubes grises,</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> que nos</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">dejarán lluvia, nieve,</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">granizo y aire frío.</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">¡Ay qué rasca que hacía!</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">¡Ay qué invierno</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> más duro!</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >BÁRBARA HONTANILLA SÁNCHEZ, 3ºD</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-23311427644153942572010-12-09T19:53:00.006+01:002010-12-09T20:08:17.180+01:00LA VIDA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8RSinT01jK8RLkYOvRXcOZ_UbD_4YB7Z1lLXOQ4pXoUv85oRwoSF4evjUCy0EJTo8neSkbNrjdlk44Hmarqanwm_-tV2YiZEoYiSntHn7uEWZMMfEi8N3RHABALOTAJML9pwnrlfrlHR/s1600/flores-y-plantas.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8RSinT01jK8RLkYOvRXcOZ_UbD_4YB7Z1lLXOQ4pXoUv85oRwoSF4evjUCy0EJTo8neSkbNrjdlk44Hmarqanwm_-tV2YiZEoYiSntHn7uEWZMMfEi8N3RHABALOTAJML9pwnrlfrlHR/s320/flores-y-plantas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548761187729672370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >La vida es muy injusta,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >a muy poca gente le gusta.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >La vida es muy extraña,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >a quien menos se lo merece más le daña.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Pero la vida no es solo pena y traición</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >y desesperación y frustración.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >También es querer a las personas de corazón.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Qué bonito es crecer con la gente que está a tu lado.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Qué triste es ver a la gente que ha pecado.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Qué bonito es tener gente que da todo por ti y está a tu lado.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Qué triste es ver que esa gente te da en ocasiones de lado.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Habrá que centrarnos en un futuro,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >ya que el presente lo formaste con el pasado.</span></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">SARA HIGUERA SANTAMARÍA, 3ºD</span></span><br /></div>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-67147058601586290702010-11-23T17:45:00.008+01:002010-11-23T20:01:56.028+01:00HOMENAJE A C. E. DE ORY<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="420" height="315"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ultCq_5suaQ?fs=1&hl=es_ES&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ultCq_5suaQ?fs=1&hl=es_ES&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="315"></embed></object><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Recientemente fallecido, Carlos Edmundo de Ory siempre fue un poeta especialmente apreciado en este taller. Su poesía nos inspiró infinidad de juegos y actividades. En esta ocasión, volvemos a uno de nuestros clásicos, uno de los primeros poemas con los que trabajamos en este blog. Las versiones han sido realizadas por alumnos de 3ºE y 3ºG.</span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><div><div style="text-align: center;"><object style="width: 420px; height: 315px;"><param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&viewMode=presentation&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&backgroundColor=2A5083&showFlipBtn=true&documentId=101123184430-a164237884014f7ab882389da36c7764&docName=homenaje_a_ory&username=bibloranca&loadingInfoText=HOMENAJE%20A%20ORY&et=1290538422243&er=58"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="menu" value="false"><embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width: 420px; height: 315px;" flashvars="mode=embed&viewMode=presentation&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&backgroundColor=2A5083&showFlipBtn=true&documentId=101123184430-a164237884014f7ab882389da36c7764&docName=homenaje_a_ory&username=bibloranca&loadingInfoText=HOMENAJE%20A%20ORY&et=1290538422243&er=58"></embed></object></div><div style="width: 420px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://issuu.com/bibloranca/docs/homenaje_a_ory?mode=embed&viewMode=presentation&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&backgroundColor=2A5083&showFlipBtn=true" target="_blank"><br /></a><a href="http://issuu.com/search?q=poemas" target="_blank"></a></div></div><br /><br /></span></div></div>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-64907278697452274722010-11-14T16:43:00.002+01:002010-11-14T17:52:59.904+01:00METÁFORAS<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imagechef.com/ic/word_mosaic/" target="_blank"> <img src="http://cdn-img1.imagechef.com/w/101111/dac7ef3bf056274a.gif" alt="ImageChef Word Mosaic - ImageChef.com" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">EL MAR</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">El mar son tus lágrimas caídas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">de tus ojos de diamante.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">El susurro de las olas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">es el llanto de tus labios.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">La arena es tu piel</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">curva que enreda mis sentimientos.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Los barcos son tus lunares</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">navegantes que recorren tu piel.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">(TAMARA EXPÓSITO, 3º E)</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">*<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Aquella niña iba a la moda,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">jugando con los colores,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">era todo una ganga.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Las zapatillas son barcas,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">navegando por el suelo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">a la deriva andan.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Sus párpados son ventanas,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">se abren y se cierran, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">tan fácil como me lo imaginaba.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Sus labios son cremalleras, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">de color rojo los lleva.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">(ANDREA PACHECO, 3º E)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Tus ojos son esmeraldas,</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">incrustadas en el algodón de tu piel.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Tu cuerpo es la barra que sostiene mi corazón.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Tus manos son el agua que refresca mi mañana.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Tus labios rojos son el fuego de la llama</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">que alberga mi alma.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Cuerpo de seda y alma de esperanza,</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">solo quiero ver tu sonrisa de amapola.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Sueño con tus sueños y vives solo con ellos.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Tu aire es mi sangre y tu vida mi CORAZÓN.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">(ROCÍO VAQUERO PÉREZ, 3º E)</span></span><br /><a href="http://www.imagechef.com/ic/word_mosaic/" target="_blank"> </a></div>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-54314204606312364642010-11-11T22:05:00.004+01:002010-11-11T22:11:26.066+01:00COMPARANDO...<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><br /><br />Tus ojos son como una noche de verano,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">oscuros y brillantes;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">tus labios como el carmín,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">rojos intensos;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">tus dientes como la luna,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">blancos y brillantes;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">tu pelo es como la seda,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">suave al acto, y</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">tu cuerpo, es simplemente </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">tu cuerpo.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ÁNGELA VÁZQUEZ, 3º E</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></div>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-80280002914800958532010-06-15T17:20:00.004+02:002010-06-15T17:24:48.862+02:00ODA A LOS MUÑECOS<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidbaVdq9jKBGXfUl0SEbT6BAIWZKFeM0EYEez3HK8KEQy9OOgzjH1gHL5S05ZUqicFCWf6e122z1SgXsFHcWKiGRGSeXYrUkstPzpW-xwdrBAxMhLgJWBxnCC7Y4o26jffoNLNkvnsmll1/s1600/ODA+A+LOS+MU%C3%91ECOS.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483020923408830642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidbaVdq9jKBGXfUl0SEbT6BAIWZKFeM0EYEez3HK8KEQy9OOgzjH1gHL5S05ZUqicFCWf6e122z1SgXsFHcWKiGRGSeXYrUkstPzpW-xwdrBAxMhLgJWBxnCC7Y4o26jffoNLNkvnsmll1/s400/ODA+A+LOS+MU%C3%91ECOS.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">(HAZ CLICK SOBRE EL TEXTO PARA AMPLIARLO)<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;">ÁLVARO RODRÍGUEZ AGUADO, 2º ESO B<br />(Primer Premio de Poesía Certamen Literario "IES Barrio de Loranca", Primer Ciclo)<br /></span></div>I. CAMACHOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03706376298616359141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226932617581815066.post-70458022905347930262010-06-14T17:29:00.006+02:002010-06-14T17:42:51.273+02:00CUANDO TE FUISTE<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz00lPh1q7ZM0hOoAhOuCwyVcy18jmjUqWEFgpbj9kapS_KH7WIU69cPCakmwl-drM-dRAyIaeqKfVVIQG3w1WcrgES6MIfePzVUkmXZkYo36cpd3w81lbv7keXBKsBIbiQ7LOChyphenhyphenNybpt/s1600/CUANDO+TE+FUISTE.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482652365561697442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz00lPh1q7ZM0hOoAhOuCwyVcy18jmjUqWEFgpbj9kapS_KH7WIU69cPCakmwl-drM-dRAyIaeqKfVVIQG3w1WcrgES6MIfePzVUkmXZkYo36cpd3w81lbv7keXBKsBIbiQ7LOChyphenhyphenNybpt/s400/CUANDO+TE+FUISTE.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">(HAZ CLICK SOBRE EL TEXTO PARA AMPLIARLO)</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></div><p align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;">SUSANA ZARZALEJO, 4º ESO A<br />(Segundo Premio de Poesía Certamen Literario "IES Barrio de Loranca", Segundo Ciclo) </span></p>I. 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