tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82178568863450062192024-02-19T01:58:56.996-08:00If: La palabra diminutala palabra que crece con los otros...Sandra.ifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217856886345006219.post-44550607300088211362010-11-07T04:04:00.000-08:002010-11-07T06:11:43.986-08:00A pausewhat is the cause of a pause?<br />
<br />
a seed and a womb<br />
a need and a want<br />
the arms in a hug<br />
a stab in the back<br />
a hope and a lie<br />
a touch and a time<br />
a thought and a line<br />
a look and a smile<br />
a stone on the road<br />
a wish and a dream<br />
you reading thisSandra.ifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217856886345006219.post-22811149480905133872010-11-01T15:12:00.000-07:002010-11-01T15:41:24.910-07:00fancywearing black glasses<br />
eyes shut completely blinded<br />
fancy surpassesSandra.ifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217856886345006219.post-30038245310559898582010-10-23T13:59:00.000-07:002010-10-26T10:51:41.169-07:00The grace of the moonI had never seen the moon<br />
as I hid in my room<br />
frost in my thoughts<br />
in the night I was lost<br />
under special circumstances<br />
through the trees<br />
between the leaves<br />
someone looking for a pet<br />
shot the moon with no regret<br />
enjoying its trace<br />
I learnt about its grace<br />
I spy it now each day<br />
when it grows or when it fadesSandra.ifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217856886345006219.post-85093609983916082602010-10-17T08:19:00.000-07:002010-10-17T08:22:30.235-07:00The rosescars support the rose,<br />
the shadow or its essence<br />
prevail on its pose?<br />
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<div>I go on </div><div>watching life around</div><div>reborn each day</div><div>no return</div>Sandra.ifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217856886345006219.post-61339822167113994202010-10-10T06:50:00.000-07:002010-10-10T06:59:22.775-07:00Lonelyyour gift was lovely<br />
a crystal swan black and white<br />
for me the lonely<br />
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I need all your passion<br />
<br />
Two pigeons on the grass<br />
I love them as I pass<br />
<br />
A new leaf sprouts<br />
my emotions shout<br />
<br />
I can not wait for the night<br />
to hold your hands with delight<br />
<br />
Of all things I choose love<br />
because I am a doveSandra.ifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217856886345006219.post-82827673590554811572010-09-26T12:44:00.000-07:002010-09-28T12:05:26.386-07:00Humberstone mine (for OSI)streams of light shining down<br />
from the sun above to the ghost town<br />
<br />
rubber tokens had no choice<br />
for a miner had no voice<br />
<br />
capricious drawings on the walls<br />
remember now suffering calls<br />
<br />
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walking barefoot on the earth<br />
I love that so much<br />
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"Pomp and circumstance" do play<br />
I would love to hearSandra.ifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217856886345006219.post-42578415601071141152010-09-05T12:13:00.000-07:002010-09-05T12:13:52.311-07:00Choicesthe roads long and bright<div>I am sure that I am free</div><div>choosing left or right</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25JvfnC-TPBT-0EYFpQw2xgTai_VGxmi28jPRE8W2N7i9cd0ir3nFRuyyM7U06X-_Ptdi7_DHhlTj5CMf2i4MuwTMk9fbH54rGBl0O4Xta7T3w6-KGQc0Tj_jUzfEBpYQjpR1nTBQHVRX/s1600/camino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25JvfnC-TPBT-0EYFpQw2xgTai_VGxmi28jPRE8W2N7i9cd0ir3nFRuyyM7U06X-_Ptdi7_DHhlTj5CMf2i4MuwTMk9fbH54rGBl0O4Xta7T3w6-KGQc0Tj_jUzfEBpYQjpR1nTBQHVRX/s200/camino.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Sandra.ifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217856886345006219.post-11069997760171398012010-08-30T16:07:00.000-07:002010-08-30T16:07:40.042-07:00FaithI always relate faith with religious faith based on God´s principles. I have faith. The roots of my faith is maybe based on my education and also in a family where the christian belief existed, I developed a stronger faith in God as time passed. I am not fond of visiting churches or assist mass or cults. I do not belong to a specific religious denomination . I enjoy personal communication with God. I often talk with God any time any place and not because I have a problem but just to share with him good or bad things. I trust in God and I am aware that good and bad things will happen and I try to understand those things under the light of his willSandra.ifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217856886345006219.post-21003720092105553312010-08-28T09:52:00.000-07:002010-08-28T09:52:21.602-07:00Empty room<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Empty room looks well<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Bare walls and<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a place to rest<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Ready for farewell<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br />
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</span></div>Sandra.ifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217856886345006219.post-76372902077789260932010-08-22T06:59:00.000-07:002010-08-22T11:23:44.157-07:00Reflectionwhen reflection ends<br />
the heart looks for an answer<br />
and in God it rests<br />
<br />
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don´t begin if you don´t think<br />
that may be a scarSandra.ifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217856886345006219.post-7989060744769631772010-08-07T16:31:00.000-07:002010-08-07T16:31:53.287-07:00ConnoisseurI wanted to know others<br />
I wanted to know myself<br />
but I have found meaningless words,<br />
I have listened to the sounds of silence<br />
and I am acquainted with the messages of the rain<br />
all I needed it was to listen and to wait,<br />
the sunny road, the stones and the trees<br />
have shown their completeness to me<br />
they never hide what they mean<br />
they are open and they stay<br />
making me know <br />
that I am a part of them<br />
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haunting Kuroswa´s dreams<br />
and a strange rose bud<br />
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released imagination,<br />
fly taking their vein<br />
<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi44znRrV7gPMIKEKbm1RScfQq8kptU7Cg6u7l1kXyyjKhCnF5qGvDDa_97HIN5XCE-MoiIYH3hWBPL_x5PS1KwzkQNOdxGrMjxy4r4GG9MCGfv_qQSHXhivfBZ9LwJPMdsCN7Vws7PY6kS/s1600/ala.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi44znRrV7gPMIKEKbm1RScfQq8kptU7Cg6u7l1kXyyjKhCnF5qGvDDa_97HIN5XCE-MoiIYH3hWBPL_x5PS1KwzkQNOdxGrMjxy4r4GG9MCGfv_qQSHXhivfBZ9LwJPMdsCN7Vws7PY6kS/s320/ala.jpg" /></a></div>Sandra.ifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217856886345006219.post-5867931289166705902010-07-18T07:09:00.001-07:002010-07-18T07:09:59.219-07:00El broche de oroa spanish saying<br />
they call it "broche de oro"<br />
a happy endingSandra.ifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217856886345006219.post-2238896039620703652010-07-14T10:08:00.000-07:002010-07-15T13:35:09.218-07:00Rain - lluvia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwyGkQ5nKGkMTDjZqcdf4CkhteeW-g1fk2hm6U2VYO4JM-3idUjVjdv5vPhVtdLpMsHIupkk41gkklsautl6TYwu2Dc5HhJXY4PEeqO0pXzkB3Kb4PmLwV_xp6E7ORy93RV3QxR9QQBi9/s1600/coversample.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwyGkQ5nKGkMTDjZqcdf4CkhteeW-g1fk2hm6U2VYO4JM-3idUjVjdv5vPhVtdLpMsHIupkk41gkklsautl6TYwu2Dc5HhJXY4PEeqO0pXzkB3Kb4PmLwV_xp6E7ORy93RV3QxR9QQBi9/s1600/coversample.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwyGkQ5nKGkMTDjZqcdf4CkhteeW-g1fk2hm6U2VYO4JM-3idUjVjdv5vPhVtdLpMsHIupkk41gkklsautl6TYwu2Dc5HhJXY4PEeqO0pXzkB3Kb4PmLwV_xp6E7ORy93RV3QxR9QQBi9/s1600/coversample.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwyGkQ5nKGkMTDjZqcdf4CkhteeW-g1fk2hm6U2VYO4JM-3idUjVjdv5vPhVtdLpMsHIupkk41gkklsautl6TYwu2Dc5HhJXY4PEeqO0pXzkB3Kb4PmLwV_xp6E7ORy93RV3QxR9QQBi9/s320/coversample.jpg" /></a>This is the cover of my poetry book: english spanish poems.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was published today July 14 2010 in Temuco Chile . Cover and layout by Lissa http://thememoryofrain.blogspot.com/</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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the sun is kissing his love<br />
the beautiful moon<br />
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on the window I can see<br />
intrincated messages<br />
that the rain leaves,<br />
far beyond a bird goes by<br />
between the pines and the clouds<br />
the grey sky, the soaked grass<br />
show winter time,<br />
"queltehues" soaring in couple<br />
the fog rising slowly over the oaks,<br />
on the road<br />
a man in poncho stays<br />
the white stork standing still<br />
both waiting in the cold of the daySandra.ifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217856886345006219.post-56380831211593044152010-06-30T12:05:00.001-07:002010-07-02T07:20:49.040-07:00Uncle Charles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CWindows%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style>
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<div class="MsoNormal"> present from past</div><div class="MsoNormal">a childhood moment</div><div class="MsoNormal">I would swap,</div><div class="MsoNormal">I would like to feel again</div><div class="MsoNormal">on my back,</div><div class="MsoNormal">a soft pressure of your hand,</div><div class="MsoNormal">a silent touch,</div><div class="MsoNormal">a bond I lacked</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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mutual ochre caresses<br />
sharing velvet touch<br />
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a pie en la greda<br />
entre caricias ocre<br />
toque de sedaSandra.ifhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217856886345006219.post-21904246679955964872010-06-20T10:55:00.001-07:002010-06-20T12:02:23.939-07:00Dawn has roots<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CWindows%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style>
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<div class="MsoNormal">they dig with pain in darkness</div><div class="MsoNormal">letting them flourish</div><div class="MsoNormal">up to the sky in lightness</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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