tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21961662032044252332012-02-06T16:59:56.291+01:00PoemasSusana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.comBlogger5301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-217407973470860702012-02-06T16:56:00.001+01:002012-02-06T16:59:56.301+01:00Por fin cesó el martillo,<br />los ruidos son los mismos<br />de cada tarde.<br />Ya puedes salir<br />con un traje discreto,<br />no es tiempo de mostrarse.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-21740797347086070?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-1805083300911532232012-02-01T22:03:00.005+01:002012-02-03T09:16:58.968+01:00Voy derrochando<br />la vida que me toca,<br />la dejo salir y no la guardo.<br />Traerá el futuro<br />su propia piel<br />y su emoción sincera.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-180508330091153223?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-43804603057961409032012-01-30T15:36:00.001+01:002012-01-30T15:37:58.302+01:00A veces la noche<br />duele afuera<br />y a este lado,<br />amarillean sueños<br />debajo de las luces.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-4380460305796140903?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-21957614379815253602012-01-23T17:25:00.002+01:002012-01-23T17:28:16.133+01:00Desplaza sólo el aire<br />sin objeto.<br />Su deseo busca un dueño<br />con ojos de horizonte,<br />en los que quepa<br />el movimiento entero,<br />del orto hasta el ocaso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2195761437981525360?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-66300684288846049152012-01-19T08:24:00.002+01:002012-01-19T08:27:44.391+01:00Mi cuerpo de árbol<div>se ha acostumbrado al frío,</div><div>espera la eternidad</div><div>con sus ramas vacías.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cuando venga la luz</div><div>será sin romper nada;</div><div>sólo abriremos los ojos</div><div>y desnudaremos la piel.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-6630068428884604915?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-21908909804142738692012-01-16T18:14:00.002+01:002012-01-16T18:22:53.004+01:00Existen los deseos<br />pero te quedas quieta,<br />con la boca y las manos<br />pegadas al cristal.<br />Sólo hay este momento<br />abierto al infinito.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2190890980414273869?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-22712045613015376312012-01-15T00:48:00.002+01:002012-01-15T00:50:49.039+01:00Hablar de la ilusión<div>era soltarla en el aire,</div><div>prefería tenerla recogida</div><div>en cajas.</div><div>Un día se metió</div><div>en una de las cajas</div><div>y desapareció</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2271204561301537631?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-10546406070394301162012-01-12T21:00:00.001+01:002012-01-12T21:01:37.998+01:00Correr, correr,<div>hasta que aguante el pecho,</div><div>dejar crecer el alma</div><div>hasta que duela.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-1054640607039430116?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-7647057925483605892012-01-11T20:44:00.003+01:002012-01-12T08:02:21.238+01:00Yo no me creo<div>¿Alguien me cree?</div><div>Son ciertas las verdades</div><div>del nivel primero,</div><div>son ciertas las verdades</div><div>del segundo y el tercero</div><div>¿Pueden ser todas ciertas</div><div>a la vez,</div><div>las verdades...?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-764705792548360589?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-32250054429408257992012-01-07T21:22:00.002+01:002012-01-07T21:25:18.911+01:00Dejo en el aire<div>mi mochila</div><div>y me aproximo a ti,</div><div>llevo solo un abrigo</div><div>sin bolsillos</div><div>y los ojos lavados.</div><div>Puedo olvidar</div><div>hasta dejar</div><div>los armarios vacíos.</div><div>Te escucho, te espero</div><div>y aprieto tu mano.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-3225005442940825799?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-86372468547784170022012-01-05T20:55:00.001+01:002012-01-05T20:58:19.684+01:00Tengo que estar lejos,<div>tengo que no ser</div><div>para que tú me sueñes.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-8637246854778417002?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-42093243021911538352012-01-02T21:50:00.001+01:002012-01-02T21:52:23.764+01:00A la fuerza centrífuga<div>entrego mis cabellos,</div><div>huyen de ti y de mí</div><div>como los sueños</div><div>esparcen en la noche</div><div>las sobras de la vida.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-4209324302191153835?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-26295281952411167372011-12-30T22:51:00.003+01:002011-12-30T22:58:46.245+01:00Olvido, ausencia<div>me faltan tantas cosas,</div><div>sigue la vida y yo,</div><div>pasaría cien años</div><div>contemplando el vacío.</div><div>Sólo es que mi tiempo</div><div>es otro que el Tiempo con mayúsculas.</div><div>Tener valor </div><div>para soltar los sueños</div><div>y nadar, nadar</div><div>ligera como un pez.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2629528195241116737?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-37386564417456276682011-12-28T20:25:00.001+01:002011-12-28T20:27:41.846+01:00Detrás de tanto silencio<div>había cascadas de palabras.</div><div>Sólo dieron un cuerpo</div><div>a los instantes,</div><div>qué importa su sentido.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-3738656441745627668?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-65427143006833075912011-12-27T17:59:00.002+01:002011-12-27T18:04:16.361+01:00Me agaché frente al instante niño,<div>agonizaba.</div><div>Pasó fuera del mar</div><div>varias noches completas,</div><div>aún vi reír sus ojos</div><div>antes de morir.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-6542714300683307591?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-1742181015434477242011-12-26T17:25:00.001+01:002011-12-26T17:30:12.478+01:00Así es la mañana<br />del primer día;<br />campo inmenso baldío<br />y estás sola.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-174218101543447724?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-37839287330173472762011-12-25T13:30:00.002+01:002011-12-25T13:35:16.194+01:00Éste es mi cielo:<br />durará como un relámpago,<br />ó 5000 millones de años<br />hasta que muera el sol,<br />éste es mi cielo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-3783928733017347276?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-11527434209995410212011-12-24T17:22:00.001+01:002011-12-24T17:24:25.576+01:00Palabras no,<br />labios,<br />mis labios<br />a cambio de los tuyos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-1152743420999541021?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-50961451192986335632011-12-23T18:52:00.001+01:002011-12-23T18:55:18.903+01:00Le condujo hasta el límite<br />del sol,<br />donde empezaba su cara<br />jamás iluminada.<br />Allí se despidieron<br />con un beso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-5096145119298633563?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-36940946061938581022011-12-22T22:53:00.002+01:002011-12-22T22:55:33.217+01:00El mundo a dos escalas:<br />Los ejes cartesianos<br />del suelo y las paredes<br />de Madrid,<br />y un suave parpadeo,<br />la cola del dragón<br />que en el mismo lugar<br />hace brotar un campo de jacintos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-3694094606193858102?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-26853600097705652092011-12-20T22:20:00.001+01:002011-12-20T22:22:36.237+01:00Tener valor<br />para cerrar la puerta<br />a ruidos, amores<br />y misterios.<br />Silencio y soledad<br />para escucharse.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2685360009770565209?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-77521921316320094992011-12-19T20:37:00.001+01:002011-12-19T20:38:43.119+01:00Tuya aunque lejos,<br />aunque nunca, tuya.<br />Te pertenezco y sigo<br />siendo mía.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-7752192131632009499?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-5061701152187895902011-12-18T22:16:00.002+01:002011-12-18T22:20:00.553+01:00En barro sin cocer<br />modelaré tu imagen,<br />la iré cambiando<br />según vengan las nubes,<br />el sol, las estaciones...<br />pero de cada instante<br />guardaré el recuerdo<br />con celo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-506170115218789590?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-65254901495206572182011-12-18T00:36:00.002+01:002011-12-18T00:41:19.258+01:00Hoy es mi corazón<br />igual al viento,<br />un músculo rebelde<br />que barre las colinas.<br />Hoy nada me detiene<br />porque no tengo carne,<br />vida sólo y ardor,<br />ardor y vida<br />hasta donde llegue.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-6525490149520657218?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-17243758973978326192011-12-16T18:59:00.002+01:002011-12-16T19:02:11.761+01:00Cordelera, trenzas<br />un cabo y otro,<br />días y noches<br />con dedos hábiles.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-1724375897397832619?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-1290637668777863572011-12-14T21:28:00.002+01:002011-12-14T21:33:16.304+01:00Te lo diría bailando,<div>porque hablar es lento</div><div>y hay una palabra cruel</div><div>por cada cosa.</div><div>Yo quiero mi silencio</div><div>y la música </div><div>de un gesto sin testigos.</div><div>No me hagas decir,</div><div>que todo miente.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-129063766877786357?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-3925351441301864182011-12-12T16:53:00.002+01:002011-12-12T17:00:27.869+01:00Por un girón roto<br />se escapaba el pasado,<br />no querías aún<br />amontonar sus piezas.<br />A veces ellas solas<br />se juntaban, no había puerta<br />en el desván<br />para pararlas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-392535144130186418?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-87554669729410818932011-12-11T10:53:00.001+01:002011-12-11T10:56:02.624+01:00Cuando no estabas<div>recogí las palabras</div><div>en macetas.</div><div>Cuando no estaba</div><div>escucharon al tiempo</div><div>y a la tierra. Serán la primavera</div><div>sin nosotros.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-8755466972941081893?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-23654605525655295642011-12-10T12:20:00.002+01:002011-12-10T12:25:14.392+01:00Detrás de las cortinas<div>debajo de la ropa</div><div>dentro del recuadro</div><div>de tus límites</div><div>hay un animal</div><div>que fue robado al bosque.</div><div>A veces se despierta sofocado:</div><div>¿Qué son esos sueños</div><div>que desbordan la noche?</div><div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2365460552565529564?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-87580036119380138422011-12-09T13:39:00.002+01:002011-12-09T13:45:00.468+01:00¿Quieres de verdad,<div>que yo sepa quién eres?</div><div>Nunca me darías</div><div>tu efigie de león</div><div>para adornar mi cuello.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-8758003611938013842?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-29583236325183437122011-12-08T10:46:00.002+01:002011-12-08T10:54:50.643+01:00Voy a ponerme guapa<div>lejos</div><div>no te diré nada</div><div>me verás, si quieres</div><div>cuando vuelva.</div><div>No me arranques la piel</div><div>ni el vestido</div><div>he crecido sin ti</div><div>pero aún me cabes</div><div>en el pecho.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2958323632518343712?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-61805289907857258042011-12-07T19:07:00.002+01:002011-12-07T19:11:05.748+01:00He soñado que viajaba<div>a Kamakura,</div><div>que al Buda gigante</div><div>le nacían ventanas</div><div>y que era la casa</div><div>donde yo vivía.</div><div>Era un sueño azul,</div><div>como de estampa vieja;</div><div>las cosas que allí estaban</div><div>pasaron a mi vida</div><div>sin colores.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-6180528990785725804?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-91327497371578731682011-12-06T18:15:00.001+01:002011-12-06T18:18:25.541+01:00Llevo dentro un núcleo<div>duro, de piedra.</div><div>Rebota contra él</div><div>el arado que intenta</div><div>roturarme.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-9132749737157873168?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-61681266542063284312011-12-05T23:52:00.002+01:002011-12-05T23:57:21.746+01:00Cuando te hagas mar<div>yo seré el viento</div><div>que rice tus olas.</div><div>Haré brotar murallas</div><div>de tu cuerpo infinito</div><div>y a cambio dejarás</div><div>gotas sobre mis labios.</div><div>Yo sobre ti, tú conmigo</div><div>viajamos por las anchas</div><div>estepas del espacio.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-6168126654206328431?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-2766296976235628242011-12-04T12:09:00.002+01:002011-12-04T12:16:15.923+01:00Otra vez el mar<div>me ha dejado callada,</div><div>no puedo más que parar</div><div>frente a ti</div><div>convertido en océano.</div><div><br /></div><div>Quedo en la orilla</div><div>y reparo mis redes,</div><div>me obsequia el sol</div><div>con un hermoso ocaso.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-276629697623562824?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-49709534852439384012011-12-03T21:29:00.002+01:002011-12-03T21:59:26.403+01:00Es curioso verse en el cristal<div>como si fueras otro</div><div>uno más que malesconde </div><div>los secretos</div><div>debajo del abrigo.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ridícula como un anciano enamorado</div><div>me han crecido las uñas</div><div>y los ojos me brillan</div><div>a quién voy a engañar.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-4970953485243938401?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-64397538226591753862011-12-02T18:03:00.002+01:002011-12-02T18:06:11.726+01:00Quizás te besan siempre<div>tienes un beso adherido a la almohada</div><div>quizás ya no lo sientes.</div><div>Los besos sólo son</div><div>cuando los buscas.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-6439753822659175386?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-33259340464010269942011-12-01T17:46:00.002+01:002011-12-01T17:48:45.641+01:00También hay un instante<div>maleable</div><div>sin muros ni un lugar</div><div>asignado,</div><div>que se extiende y se estira</div><div>o se acorta y se pierde,</div><div>tiempo humilde,</div><div>sin nombre</div><div>¿Será así nuestro momento?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-3325934046401026994?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-65983522953207779872011-11-30T19:03:00.001+01:002011-11-30T19:04:05.933+01:00Construí un instante<div>de sólidas paredes</div><div>estanco, sin salida</div><div>un instante trinchera</div><div>un punto interminable.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-6598352295320777987?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-87620012217019217372011-11-29T22:26:00.002+01:002011-11-29T22:29:56.342+01:00Te ofrecía los labios<div>y a cambio me obsequiabas</div><div>con luciérnagas.</div><div>Agotabas las noches</div><div>siempre lejos</div><div>y crecía tu sombra de gigante</div><div>hasta cegar las luces,</div><div>no veías mis labios.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-8762001221701921737?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-76305589197003714832011-11-27T11:51:00.002+01:002011-11-27T11:54:20.101+01:00Contorsionista, mujer<div>enamorada</div><div>como la diosa Kali</div><div>sostiene en cada brazo</div><div>los deseos de otro.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-7630558919700371483?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-81658793374044014942011-11-26T22:15:00.002+01:002011-11-26T22:18:56.398+01:00De piezas que no ajustan<div>hago mi collar,</div><div>espejea el cielo</div><div>lo que a ti te sobra,</div><div>lo que yo no tengo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-8165879337404401494?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-6111057089169772242011-11-25T18:35:00.002+01:002011-11-25T18:40:49.267+01:00<i><span class="Apple-style-span" >"El corazón se agita y amanece en volcán"</span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Carlos Edmundo de Ory</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Lograr que el amor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >sea un bálsamo suave:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Dejar la bolsa abierta</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >y desfondada</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >para esparcir cariño</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >cuando andas.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-611105708916977224?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-54885684685219140212011-11-24T19:36:00.002+01:002011-11-24T19:40:58.880+01:00Naces otro año,<div>vulnerable,</div><div>con una parte del alma al descubierto.</div><div>Hubo un día en que empezaste</div><div>y mucho tiempo sin ti.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-5488568468521914021?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-26681253764517711262011-11-23T20:58:00.001+01:002011-11-23T21:01:35.122+01:00Luz aguada de otoño,<div>quiebro una rama</div><div>los árboles quedan.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2668125376451771126?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-71049833395670533472011-11-22T20:54:00.002+01:002011-11-22T21:01:27.410+01:00Mañana estaré<div>en uno de los puntos infinitos</div><div>que separan mi vida</div><div>de la tuya,</div><div>sirve cualquiera de ellos</div><div>- las perturbaciones en el espacio</div><div>se propagan por ondas - </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-7104983339567053347?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-57711521898287965602011-11-21T19:59:00.001+01:002011-11-21T20:03:26.934+01:00Llevo en el cuerpo<div>los instantes de hoy,</div><div>me entraron por la piel.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-5771152189828796560?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-73256297143625053312011-11-20T11:45:00.001+01:002011-11-20T11:47:10.956+01:00Olvido tiene arena<div>pegada en la piel,</div><div>su cuerpo recién muerto</div><div>todavía enamora.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-7325629714362505331?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-73684097553074426122011-11-19T19:07:00.002+01:002011-11-19T19:10:34.144+01:00Palpo tu piel<div>y también la tierra;</div><div>lengua de caracol</div><div>por las texturas microscópicas</div><div>del tiempo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-7368409755307442612?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-6836954475227555442011-11-18T22:28:00.003+01:002011-11-18T22:33:24.570+01:00Te invito a mi silencio<div>o - tanto da -</div><div>a la charla monótona</div><div>que acompaña a la vida,</div><div>tan normal que no asusta</div><div>a las palomas.</div><div>No sé de cantos</div><div>ni de gritos heroicos,</div><div>he aprendido a hacerlos</div><div>en silencio.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-683695447522755544?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-57647025211592299642011-11-17T20:36:00.002+01:002011-11-17T20:41:41.654+01:00Cuántas veces quise<div>caminar a tu paso,</div><div>jadeaba al principio</div><div>después,</div><div>te observaba de lejos.</div><div>Me quedé atrás</div><div>y encontré mi camino;</div><div>tú subías,</div><div>yo era la montaña.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-5764702521159229964?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-79812474165421965592011-11-16T18:18:00.001+01:002011-11-16T18:20:32.542+01:00Mis pies son grandes<div>y han echado raíces.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me dices que no importa,</div><div>que hay árboles que vuelan</div><div>en países lejanos.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-7981247416542196559?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-69137703368987374392011-11-15T18:51:00.002+01:002011-11-15T18:59:14.143+01:00Tarde sola<div>tarde larga</div><div>tarde repetida, vieja</div><div>y encerrada</div><div>tarde de bombilla</div><div>tarde concentrada</div><div>tarde sin ti</div><div>tarde sin afuera.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-6913770336898737439?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-48293786014244260072011-11-14T18:36:00.002+01:002011-11-14T18:38:46.599+01:00Con vino y poesía ablando<div>tu piel,</div><div>no es que no me guste</div><div>suave y tersa,</div><div>es que a veces siento</div><div>que me estorba.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-4829378601424426007?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-22087378280641083082011-11-13T07:15:00.003+01:002011-11-13T07:17:26.408+01:00Te conozco como el cartógrafo<div>conoce la tierra.</div><div>Sé tus costas, tus simas,</div><div>tus alturas,</div><div>puedo practicarte,</div><div>te recorro,</div><div>pero no te veo entero</div><div>desde arriba.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2208737828064108308?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-82529072542787987882011-11-12T12:12:00.001+01:002011-11-12T12:14:50.776+01:00Alas de libélula<div>¿Bastarán para llegar</div><div>a mi ventana?</div><div><br /></div><div>La verdad de los juegos</div><div>es un insecto frágil.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-8252907254278798788?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-14402351451146013802011-11-11T17:28:00.002+01:002011-11-11T17:30:17.997+01:00Cuántas palabras fuera<div>han muerto con la lluvia</div><div>mientras forzabas los ojos</div><div>ante luces cansadas.</div><div>Te esperaba la luna</div><div>con su velo de tinta</div><div>y no tenías nada que decirle.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-1440235145114601380?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-4051190228814961352011-11-10T20:42:00.002+01:002011-11-10T20:49:31.808+01:00Desangré noviembre<div>y han brotado rosas.</div><div>Sobre la piel gastada</div><div>sobre el cuello</div><div>son una bella herida.</div><div>Me adornaré con ellas</div><div>hasta que se cure.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-405119022881496135?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-1038942902179499422011-11-09T13:43:00.002+01:002011-11-09T13:46:33.666+01:00Hoy era necesario<div>librarse de las nubes,</div><div>dejar el cuerpo al sol</div><div>en el camino.</div><div>Hoy todas las respuestas</div><div>estaban escritas en el cielo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-103894290217949942?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-32656261906492356552011-11-08T19:17:00.002+01:002011-11-08T19:23:45.732+01:00En el desierto<div>se deshace el paisaje</div><div>cada día.</div><div>Amo el frío de la noche</div><div>y me visto de nómada,</div><div>pero no puedo olvidarme </div><div>de la sed, la sed</div><div>que me despierta</div><div>en un cuarto vacío.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-3265626190649235655?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-74841849780316019122011-11-07T20:05:00.004+01:002011-11-08T08:46:51.868+01:00Yo me abría en un templo<br />dorado<br />y de mi piel nacían las montañas.<br />Sujeté el sol para ti<br />al borde del océano.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qg2pQTKS5yM/TrjcDfNfFaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/omM9609jXQA/s1600/300px-Goddess_nut.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672525683148920226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qg2pQTKS5yM/TrjcDfNfFaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/omM9609jXQA/s400/300px-Goddess_nut.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">La imagen de Nut me la envía Tiburcio Samsa como comentario. Gracias Tiburcio.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-7484184978031601912?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-58745860322288236202011-11-06T11:52:00.002+01:002011-11-06T11:54:54.728+01:00Caliento los átomos<div>de tu ternura</div><div>y veo recorrer el alambique</div><div>un licor que no guardo</div><div>en botellas.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-5874586032228823620?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-10024939422838629322011-11-05T22:17:00.001+01:002011-11-05T22:20:59.847+01:00No me llevas,<div>sólo hacemos juntos</div><div>el camino,</div><div>pero mi soledad</div><div>a veces se destiñe.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-1002493942283862932?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-76107191882104663582011-11-04T17:30:00.004+01:002011-11-04T17:36:55.710+01:00<div>Los poco cariñosos</div><div>se abrigan con el suéter</div><div>de sus desenamoradas.</div><div>........</div><div><br /></div><div>Entre el desamor</div><div>y la pasión</div><div>se abre un desierto.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-7610719188210466358?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-87452906120320169722011-11-03T21:08:00.002+01:002011-11-03T21:10:44.986+01:00¿Cómo puedes tener<div>el alma rota</div><div>si te ríen los ojos?</div><div><br /></div><div>Siempre se queda</div><div>un fragmento de noche</div><div>cuando cose otra vez</div><div>el cuerpo la mañana.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-8745290612032016972?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-84462798057228461792011-11-02T20:34:00.003+01:002011-11-02T20:42:05.788+01:00Limito mi superficie<div>para sentir menos.</div><div>........</div><div>Los nudos deshechos</div><div>han dejado</div><div>arrugada la cuerda.</div><div>.........</div><div>Para curar el alma,</div><div>desandarse.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-8446279805722846179?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-26421537880064181592011-11-01T11:46:00.001+01:002011-11-01T11:49:02.238+01:00Ya no te hablo,<div>sólo baja mi voz</div><div>como un torrente</div><div>¿Te podrás olvidar</div><div>de que soy yo?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2642153788006418159?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-22561972745068150452011-10-31T18:08:00.004+01:002011-11-02T20:47:27.096+01:00El vino te desnudó<div>de las palabras,</div><div>se desplazaba el suelo </div><div>hacia el vacío de tu soledad</div><div>y me querías.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2256197274506815045?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-88599691492144289752011-10-30T21:50:00.002+01:002011-10-30T21:55:46.066+01:00Quizás ahora recuerdas<div>el eco de tus pasos</div><div>en las naves vacías</div><div>de otra alma.</div><div>A ciegas como hoy,</div><div>son tan frías las luces</div><div>de los sótanos.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-8859969149214428975?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-64433920903666627382011-10-29T13:13:00.002+02:002011-10-29T13:16:08.382+02:00Haces bien en no creerte<div>mi amor impresionista;</div><div>es un juego de espejos</div><div>y de luces,</div><div>un efecto del sol</div><div>que se corta con la mano.<br /><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-6443392090366662738?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-39652381388113982782011-10-28T14:22:00.002+02:002011-10-28T14:25:19.350+02:00¿Qué haríamos<br />si no saliera el sol,<br />si pasaran las horas<br />y nos creciera el frío?<br /><br />Tus motivos me huyen,<br />el mundo de este lado<br />es otra habitación.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-3965238138811398278?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-61752901389995300672011-10-27T09:54:00.003+02:002011-10-27T09:58:51.656+02:00Para Pilar<br /><br /><br />En mi porción de vida<br />el cielo es grande,<br />marino y de sabor<br />salado,<br />me nutre como a un pez<br />y nunca crezco.<br />Pude haber sido más<br />dicen las olas,<br />pude haber sido.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-6175290138999530067?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-26882722362584318602011-10-26T09:01:00.004+02:002011-10-26T19:42:18.027+02:00¿Servirá mi vientre<br />como gruta,<br />mis brazos como ramas?<br /><br />No me resisto<br />al cincel<br />de una gota de agua.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2688272236258431860?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-79366404832185210572011-10-25T08:38:00.002+02:002011-10-25T08:41:16.484+02:00Envidio a las hojas<br />que saben la lengua<br />del viento.<br />Recién abierto el día,<br />no tienen otro ser<br />que dejarse abrazar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-7936640483218521057?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-35848600876126888662011-10-24T09:07:00.001+02:002011-10-24T09:08:56.928+02:00Cada noche buscaba<br />la ecuación<br />para entender sus marcas<br />en el plano;<br />un cuerpo de serpiente<br />que engullera sus trozos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-3584860087612688866?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-33664237286837038612011-10-23T12:44:00.003+02:002011-10-23T13:00:17.120+02:00A pesar de la noche<div>te enlaza mi mano,</div><div>llevan tu voz</div><div>todas las caracolas</div><div>y entras en mis sueños</div><div>como nube.</div><div>Mis aventuras largas</div><div>se miden por tu pelo,</div><div>déjate ser mía,</div><div>déjame ser tuyo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-3366423728683703861?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-25142333158547340062011-10-22T12:37:00.002+02:002011-10-22T12:42:49.718+02:00¿Si dejo de ser yo<div>te seré un poco?</div><div>Sólo si dejaras</div><div>un poco de ser tú.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2514233315854734006?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-26630015478248046762011-10-21T08:37:00.002+02:002011-10-21T08:43:31.562+02:00Una grapa en el alma,<br />aunque extienda las alas,<br />me hace mirar atrás<br />para buscarte.<br /><br />La libertad no pesa<br />en el centro del cielo,<br />pero escuece<br />el beso de metal<br />de tu distancia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2663001547824804676?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-86057913395470079492011-10-19T18:20:00.003+02:002011-10-19T18:24:57.484+02:00Todas las noches<div>araño/desgarro algo</div><div>con las uñas;</div><div>no sé si es la piel</div><div>o una capa de pintura.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-8605791339547007949?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-10799279841391382342011-10-18T18:58:00.002+02:002011-10-18T19:01:40.747+02:00Tu cuerpo de corcel,<div>princesa,</div><div>te lleva azul y blanco,</div><div>y derrites los muros</div><div>y fundes los cristales.</div><div><br /></div><div>Qué placer ablandar</div><div>la coraza del alma,</div><div>cambiar la trayectoria</div><div>de otros cuerpos.</div><div>Qué placer, </div><div>princesa, en un instante</div><div>manipular el aire.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-1079927984139138234?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-19290741760408679722011-10-17T17:28:00.000+02:002011-10-17T17:30:10.639+02:00Soy de palabras cortas<br />y de ratos breves,<br />no sé engordar de chucherías<br />la despensa del tiempo;<br />en mi cuarto no hay más<br />que un triángulo en sombra.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-1929074176040867972?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-10078222881927186022011-10-16T12:47:00.002+02:002011-10-16T12:50:11.348+02:00Un momento de amor<div>y el tiempo entero</div><div>para recordarlo.</div><div><br /></div><div>-------</div><div><br /></div><div>Contemplando, haciendo,</div><div>preparando,</div><div>si la vida no saliera</div><div>del gerundio.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-1007822288192718602?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-2251443643574475882011-10-15T07:50:00.004+02:002011-10-15T07:59:35.739+02:00Contemplo la película;<div>mi piel,</div><div>al otro lado.</div><div>------</div><div>Dejó aquí su poema</div><div>y se marchó,</div><div>andando hacia su casa.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Actriz de reparto</span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Nunca me curo;</div><div>al borde del camino</div><div>dejo la herida.</div><div>-----</div><div>Me apeteces muchísimo,</div><div>pero tu tinta enturbiaría</div><div>mi agua.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-225144364357447588?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-78603418328776955272011-10-14T08:41:00.004+02:002011-10-14T17:47:57.857+02:00Luz de la luna,<br />no puedo dormir<br />y el día no se acaba.<br />------<br />Me vestí como el cielo<br />para que no se notara<br />que te amo.<br />------<br />Si falta el viento,<br />remaré muy despacio<br />para escuchar el mar.<br />------<br />Calma oscura,<br />descansa la mujer<br />sola en el baño.<br />------<br />Instantánea de espaldas<br />hecha por un<br />espejo.<br />-------<br />Ha sido un día duro;<br />limpieza de deseos<br />en el patio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-7860341832877695527?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-20660924423170032852011-10-13T13:51:00.002+02:002011-10-13T14:18:08.678+02:00Después de tantas<br />cordilleras escaladas,<br />vengo con la lección<br />desaprendida,<br />vacía de esperanza,<br />sin futuro.<br /><br />Me quedo junto<br />al olmo y su corteza,<br />que dice tanta vida<br />sin palabras.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2066092442317003285?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-43363107608198941752011-10-12T08:05:00.003+02:002011-10-12T08:09:57.342+02:00El librero suicida,<div>sabía que la luna</div><div>no escucha,</div><div>ni los árboles,</div><div>sabía que el lamento</div><div>se deshace en la niebla,</div><div>y que su grito de muerte</div><div>no se oiría.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-4336310760819894175?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-60187104743484701322011-10-11T08:34:00.002+02:002011-10-11T08:48:52.481+02:00Tu antagonismo<br />me duele en la cabeza,<br />como un rival risueño,<br />que suelto por ahí<br />proclamara otros mundos.<br /><br />¿Cabemos los dos<br />en éste,<br />mi querido principio<br />de no contradicción?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-6018710474348470132?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-19284248999208275592011-10-10T08:29:00.002+02:002011-10-10T08:32:53.299+02:00Eran Teresa,<br />Alicia, Sol,<br />yo nunca les dejé<br />mi cuerpo en prenda,<br />ni abrí mi corazón<br />para su anzuelo.<br />Sus rostros me visitan<br />saludables,<br />después de un tratamiento<br />prolongado<br />en lejanos sanatorios<br />de montaña.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-1928424899920827559?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-47498728205895364852011-10-08T21:15:00.002+02:002011-10-08T21:19:14.314+02:00Espejismo,<div>narcótico,</div><div>autoengaño,</div><div>fluye, fluye,</div><div>sé tu parte del todo,</div><div>y en la falda </div><div>del volcán nos uniremos,</div><div>ya sin nombre</div><div>los dos,</div><div>sólo la lava.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-4749872820589536485?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-70086671947544229262011-10-07T22:34:00.002+02:002011-10-07T22:36:50.471+02:00Amor,<div>vamos a ser nuevos,</div><div>aunque esta canción</div><div>se haya escrito</div><div>muchas veces;</div><div>las malditas palabras</div><div>guardan el aliento</div><div>de las noches de otros,</div><div>pero esta historia</div><div>es nueva.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-7008667194754422926?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-50804040388669469972011-10-06T20:36:00.002+02:002011-10-06T20:40:45.929+02:00Una avispa me ha devuelto<div>por el brazo,</div><div>al tierno paraguas</div><div>de tu solicitud.</div><div><br /></div><div>Es verdad que si vuelo</div><div>se lo debo </div><div>a tus nubes,</div><div>fabricadas </div><div>con materiales nobles.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-5080404038866946997?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-35887738193379088722011-10-06T08:28:00.002+02:002011-10-06T08:33:02.619+02:00Me llamaste<br />de noche,<br />la semilla era un cáliz<br />en tu vientre,<br />que ardía en deseos<br />del amado.<br /><br />Tuve a tu hijo<br />un tiempo<br />entre mis brazos<br />y lo sentí palpitar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-3588773819337908872?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-47513636629012490452011-10-04T15:48:00.004+02:002011-11-01T10:33:20.954+01:00Estar sin ti<br />¿es acaso peor,<br />que estar<br />sin mí?<br />Sin mí estoy<br />casi siempre,<br />pues son muchas<br />las cosas que me faltan,<br />para no ser árbol,<br />roca, para no ser tierra<br />ni pájaro<br />¿Por qué tenía<br />que importarme<br />estar sin ti?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-4751363662901249045?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-23906347734624175832011-10-03T17:15:00.001+02:002011-10-03T17:17:17.142+02:00Todo lo que soy<br />lo sujetan las vigas,<br />entre el techo<br />y mi cuerpo,<br />sólo el aire.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2390634773462417583?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-48071523556157121342011-10-02T12:55:00.002+02:002011-10-02T12:58:57.841+02:00Tras doblar<div>el fragmento</div><div>por la línea de puntos,</div><div>volví a entrar</div><div>en el mundo.</div><div>Miraba a los demás</div><div>con los ojos de siempre:</div><div>sin magia,</div><div>nadie quiere saber</div><div>nada de la magia;</div><div>yo misma me alegraba</div><div>de sentirme en casa.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-4807152355615712134?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-66034961833059266422011-10-01T08:52:00.001+02:002011-10-01T08:54:31.854+02:00Las escaleras suben<div>y bajan</div><div>solas, conmigo,</div><div>tantas veces.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-6603496183305926642?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-23709053206462504432011-09-29T21:11:00.005+02:002011-10-16T13:08:26.462+02:00Hace años,<div>tuviste entre tus manos,</div><div>la materia</div><div>para darnos un cuerpo.</div><div>Era ese el momento</div><div>de crear,</div><div>con los ojos vendados,</div><div>puentes colgantes</div><div>para salvar montañas.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hoy mucho más viejos,</div><div>con las manos</div><div>vacías,</div><div>miramos estrellarse</div><div>los insectos</div><div>contra el resplandor</div><div>amarillo</div><div>de las luces.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-2370905320646250443?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-67498387370327796792011-09-28T20:28:00.002+02:002011-09-28T20:30:51.407+02:00¿Y si mi estar<div>fuera escucharte?</div><div>Me cansé de ser yo</div><div>tantas horas al día.</div><div><br /></div><div>¿Es eso? O es que</div><div>sólo quiero </div><div>que me mires</div><div>y por eso</div><div>me pulo</div><div>para servir de espejo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-6749838737032779679?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-67221782683186233702011-09-27T19:53:00.005+02:002011-09-27T20:03:07.505+02:00Me enseñas<div>a ser alga,</div><div>a ver pasar deseos</div><div>como muertos que flotan.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me enseñas,</div><div>a cerrar agujeros,</div><div>que mi crecer lento</div><div>va dejando al invierno.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me quieres arrancar,</div><div>tan míos,</div><div>los fantasmas</div><div>como si fuesen muelas,</div><div>y quizás después</div><div>no me conozcas,</div><div>tan de limpio.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-6722178268318623370?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196166203204425233.post-48563099821692373232011-09-26T20:45:00.002+02:002011-09-26T20:54:08.168+02:00Él dice que ya<div>han dicho</div><div>muchas cosas,</div><div>que sólo vale la pena</div><div>escribir para lanzar</div><div>un guiño, una caricatura.</div><div>Que todas estas cosas</div><div>que yo escribo</div><div>morirán en la tierra</div><div>como hojas.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2196166203204425233-4856309982169237323?l=palabrasydias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Susana Corullónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183533567106048397noreply@blogger.com1