<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:27:13.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Los lunes, poesía</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-8014519510079910125</id><published>2010-11-29T09:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:24:42.871+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lluvia gorda de amor por un lunes de poesía.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:420px;height:210px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=101128152150-1c411a74b39c4b4d81b99f711594680c&amp;amp;docName=29-11-10&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Lunes%2029-11-10&amp;amp;et=1291018777953&amp;amp;er=46"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;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:210px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=101128152150-1c411a74b39c4b4d81b99f711594680c&amp;amp;docName=29-11-10&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Lunes%2029-11-10&amp;amp;et=1291018777953&amp;amp;er=46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width:420px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-8014519510079910125?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/8014519510079910125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/8014519510079910125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2010/11/lluvia-gorda-de-amor-por-un-lunes-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-3221312108573841718</id><published>2010-11-15T09:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:28:40.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lunes de miradas tristes y desasosiego.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:420px;height:210px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=101129082145-682bf730ef7444c8a49398e56a5dbc69&amp;amp;docName=15-11-10&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=lunes%2015-11-10&amp;amp;et=1291019131892&amp;amp;er=35"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;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:210px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=101129082145-682bf730ef7444c8a49398e56a5dbc69&amp;amp;docName=15-11-10&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=lunes%2015-11-10&amp;amp;et=1291019131892&amp;amp;er=35"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width:420px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-3221312108573841718?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/3221312108573841718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/3221312108573841718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2010/11/lunes-de-miradas-tristes-y-desasosiego.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-7797334618072372192</id><published>2010-10-25T08:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:00:04.620+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lunes de promesas: aprovecha el tiempo. El pasado ya es recuerdo y el futuro incierto. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:300px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=101024210545-ce25198826d34173b7262872972fd6f9&amp;amp;docName=25-10-10&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa&amp;amp;et=1287954932249&amp;amp;er=47"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:300px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=101024210545-ce25198826d34173b7262872972fd6f9&amp;amp;docName=25-10-10&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa&amp;amp;et=1287954932249&amp;amp;er=47"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://spreadsheets.google.com/viewform?formkey=dGgtdk9WWVcxc29PVnVtWkF1MGJwU2c6MQ"&gt;Actividades&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-7797334618072372192?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/7797334618072372192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/7797334618072372192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2010/10/lunes-de-promesas-aprovecha-el-tiempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-3977925959948032290</id><published>2010-10-18T08:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:44:17.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lunes de emoción. Piratas y sombras y ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:300px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=101024220743-6e14c6756253487cbde6fa0ff78af04e&amp;amp;docName=18-10-10&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Lunes%2018-10-10&amp;amp;et=1287959916683&amp;amp;er=87"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:300px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=101024220743-6e14c6756253487cbde6fa0ff78af04e&amp;amp;docName=18-10-10&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Lunes%2018-10-10&amp;amp;et=1287959916683&amp;amp;er=87"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://spreadsheets.google.com/viewform?formkey=dFdrTWpXV3ZIZ2lCYVdSWnJwR2FIYkE6MQ"&gt;Actividades&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;Figuras retóricas: consulta &lt;a href="http://www.materialesdelengua.org/LITERATURA/TEORIA_LITERARIA/FIGURAS/figuras.htm"&gt;esta página&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-3977925959948032290?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/3977925959948032290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/3977925959948032290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2010/10/lunes-de-emocion.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-3751732656003635284</id><published>2010-10-11T08:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T08:00:02.212+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mar de lluvia, lluvia de mares. Nos acecha como promesa, como recuerdo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:300px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=101008204237-61a63ecfefb541ef9e7b2cc05d16d66a&amp;amp;docName=11-10-10&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=lunes%2011-10-10&amp;amp;et=1286626314852&amp;amp;er=61"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:300px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=101008204237-61a63ecfefb541ef9e7b2cc05d16d66a&amp;amp;docName=11-10-10&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=lunes%2011-10-10&amp;amp;et=1286626314852&amp;amp;er=61"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://spreadsheets.google.com/viewform?hl=es&amp;amp;pli=1&amp;amp;formkey=dDJXamlnZGtWMTVrVlFGTXhZSS1GWEE6MQ#gid=0"&gt;ACTIVIDADES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-3751732656003635284?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/3751732656003635284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/3751732656003635284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2010/10/mar-de-lluvia-lluvia-de-mares.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-117038613899063143</id><published>2010-10-04T08:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T08:00:05.994+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El otoño nos aguarda. El otoño nos llama a su lúcida morada ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:300px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=101001194742-e2fea21603a348c2b6725b98d38bf693&amp;amp;docName=4-10-10&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%204-10-10&amp;amp;et=1285963313470&amp;amp;er=77"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:300px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=101001194742-e2fea21603a348c2b6725b98d38bf693&amp;amp;docName=4-10-10&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%204-10-10&amp;amp;et=1285963313470&amp;amp;er=77"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este curso, además de leer poesía, vamos a intentar entenderla. Pero, sobre todo, vamos a aprender a sentirla. Os proponemos hacer “pinitos” en este campo literario. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¡Ánimo!    "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Podrá no haber poetas, pero siempre habrá poesía&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://spreadsheets.google.com/viewform?hl=es&amp;amp;pli=1&amp;amp;formkey=dG51N0xHVE04VUkzZmUxbFlSNjJhSWc6MQ#gid=0"&gt;ACTIVIDADES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-117038613899063143?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/117038613899063143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/117038613899063143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2010/10/el-otono-nos-aguarda.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  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La esperanza de día y de noche es un puerto seguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:300px" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=091124213434-36fb2b027aef4ca7a81428bb99010f07&amp;amp;docName=lunes_16_11_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Lunes%2016-11-09&amp;amp;et=1259098968816&amp;amp;er=95" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:300px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=091124213434-36fb2b027aef4ca7a81428bb99010f07&amp;amp;docName=lunes_16_11_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Lunes%2016-11-09&amp;amp;et=1259098968816&amp;amp;er=95" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-95873534671511183?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/95873534671511183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/95873534671511183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/lunes-de-lunes.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  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Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-3489138885746345119</id><published>2009-10-19T00:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:55:49.060+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lunes de mares y tormentas humanas y juegos y ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:300px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=091016210038-6ec4fdf71cc847c38a99a73af0f69eaa&amp;amp;docName=lunes_19_10_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Lunes%2C%2019-10-09&amp;amp;et=1255905182632&amp;amp;er=26"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:300px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=091016210038-6ec4fdf71cc847c38a99a73af0f69eaa&amp;amp;docName=lunes_19_10_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Lunes%2C%2019-10-09&amp;amp;et=1255905182632&amp;amp;er=26"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="150" height="30"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2536461&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=59a5d1&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2536461&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=59a5d1&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="150" height="30"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fragmento de la Canción 8 de Rafael Alberti recitado por su hija.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-3489138885746345119?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/3489138885746345119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/3489138885746345119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/lunes-de-mares-y-tormentas-humanas-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  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Gracias, Ascensión, por tus desvelos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;object style="width:600px;height:300px" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=091007212757-31641499fee3499d85fbf0b6cea7e252&amp;amp;docName=lunes_5_10_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Lunes%2C%205-10-09&amp;amp;et=1254951371733&amp;amp;er=67" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:300px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=091007212757-31641499fee3499d85fbf0b6cea7e252&amp;amp;docName=lunes_5_10_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Lunes%2C%205-10-09&amp;amp;et=1254951371733&amp;amp;er=67" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-531159173101052996?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/531159173101052996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/531159173101052996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/volvemos-fieramente-humanos-con-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-9013927067470519450</id><published>2009-10-03T23:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:30:44.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemas del curso 2008-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Podéis ver o descargar la compilación de los poemas que semana a semana hemos ido publicando durante el pasado curso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:212px" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=091006202719-f2e8ae9f81724bda9d0815156c054e12&amp;amp;docName=lunes_2008_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa.%20(2008-09)&amp;amp;et=1254864175267&amp;amp;er=26" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:212px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=091006202719-f2e8ae9f81724bda9d0815156c054e12&amp;amp;docName=lunes_2008_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa.%20(2008-09)&amp;amp;et=1254864175267&amp;amp;er=26" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-9013927067470519450?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/9013927067470519450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/9013927067470519450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/poemas-del-curso-2008-09.html' title='Poemas del curso 2008-09'/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-7904552878261926406</id><published>2009-06-08T22:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:41:55.734+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lunes de llegada. Lunes de porvenir. Aquí acaban nuestro lunes de poesía 2009. Vinimos con las golondrinas y allá nos vamos, fieramente humanos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:212px" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090615192805-c440dbd1f3ac44fdb0c83c137ab11e95&amp;amp;docName=lunes_8_6_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa%20.%20XIX&amp;amp;et=1245098114857&amp;amp;er=72" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:212px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090615192805-c440dbd1f3ac44fdb0c83c137ab11e95&amp;amp;docName=lunes_8_6_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa%20.%20XIX&amp;amp;et=1245098114857&amp;amp;er=72" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-7904552878261926406?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/7904552878261926406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/7904552878261926406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/lunes-de-llegada.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-5365368328474439751</id><published>2009-06-01T01:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:32:29.083+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fuente Vaqueros estará de fiesta dentro de unos días para conmemorar el nacimiento de nuestro poeta más querido. Para ti, Federico García Lorca, que has inmortalizado para siempre nuestro pueblo y el sentir de nuestra tierra.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:212px" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090615192033-ed6d378529884553bbca668886695e07&amp;amp;docName=lunes_1_6_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa.%20XVIII&amp;amp;et=1245097532935&amp;amp;er=4" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:212px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090615192033-ed6d378529884553bbca668886695e07&amp;amp;docName=lunes_1_6_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa.%20XVIII&amp;amp;et=1245097532935&amp;amp;er=4" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-5365368328474439751?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/5365368328474439751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/5365368328474439751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuente-vaqueros-estara-de-fiesta-dentro.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-8686461928902055035</id><published>2009-05-25T00:27:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:26:38.339+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se nos fue Mario Benedetti. Se nos fue el hombre, pero nos queda el poeta. Descanse en paz... avive el tiempo su memoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:212px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090525194035-0279f1d6f8384bba933352a4660cfa0a&amp;amp;docName=lunes_25_5_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa%20XVII&amp;amp;et=1243452634353&amp;amp;er=28"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:212px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090525194035-0279f1d6f8384bba933352a4660cfa0a&amp;amp;docName=lunes_25_5_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa%20XVII&amp;amp;et=1243452634353&amp;amp;er=28"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí os dejo con su voz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=58106728-14C9-9CA3-FA9F-79BC18B63F9B" width="600" height="450" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=855366A9-428C-2288-E647-79A4FFE9AD8A" width="600" height="450" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=475032B6-FC02-DF95-A5AE-79AD2552D342" width="600" height="450" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestra profesora de música, Inma, cerró el acto, que nuestro Instituto realizó  como homenaje al poeta, con esta magnífica interpretación de este conocido poema:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="600" height="450"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4867599&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4867599&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="600" height="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=497F0FB9-516A-1D5A-40B0-799A07DB62F6" width="600" height="450" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-8686461928902055035?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/8686461928902055035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/8686461928902055035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/05/se-nos-fue-mario-benedetti.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-4034223641058733042</id><published>2009-05-18T23:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:10:23.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lunes de descubrimientos.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:212px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090518173810-5755e2a5365c4f0ea34232ebc04b0e5b&amp;amp;docName=lunes_18_5_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa%20XVI&amp;amp;et=1243454880315&amp;amp;er=15"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:212px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090518173810-5755e2a5365c4f0ea34232ebc04b0e5b&amp;amp;docName=lunes_18_5_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa%20XVI&amp;amp;et=1243454880315&amp;amp;er=15"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;a name="DESPUÉS_DE_LA_LLUVIA"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"    style="font-style: normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italicfont-family:Georgia;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;ELOY SÁNCHEZ ROSILLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"    style="font-style: normal;mso-bidi-font-style:italicfont-family:Georgia;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Poeta español nacido en Murcia en 1948.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"    style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt; Es profesor de literatura española en la Facultad de Letras de la Universidad de Murcia y colabora activamente en numerosas revistas literarias.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de cumplir los treinta años obtuvo el &lt;em&gt;Premio Adonais 1977 &lt;/em&gt;por su libro «Maneras de estar solo». Posteriormente publicó «Páginas de un diario» 1981, «Elegías» 1984 y «Autorretratos» 1989, así como dos recopilaciones de toda su poesía, «Las cosas como fueron» de 1974 a 1988, y «La vida», donde reúne composiciones escritas entre 1989 y 1995, su poemario quizá más depurado y maduro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;GIOCONDA BELLI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Poeta y novelista nicaragüense nacida en Managua en 1948.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"    style="font-family:Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:ES;mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt; Junto a Ernesto Cardenal y Claribel Alegría, inició la renovación de la poesía en su país. Un marcado acento erótico impregna buena parte de su obra, aunque la última producción denota una gran  preocupación por los cambios políticos de su patria.&lt;br /&gt;Entre los libros más reconocidos, se destacan «Sobre la grama» y «Eva». &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;      &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:420px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:420px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:420px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:420px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;AURORA LUQUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:420px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:420px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"    style="font-family:Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:ES;mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Poeta y traductora española nacida en Almería, en 1962.&lt;br /&gt;Licenciada en Filología Clásica por la Universidad de Granada, es una brillante representante de la poesía española  actual.&lt;br /&gt;Es profesora de Griego Antiguo en Málaga, dirige la colección de poesía &lt;i&gt;Cuadernos de Trinacria&lt;/i&gt; y codirige con el poeta Jesús Aguado la colección &lt;i&gt;MaRemoto&lt;/i&gt; de poesía internacional. Pertenece al consejo de redacción de la colección de poesía española "Puerta del mar", es miembro del Consejo Asesor del Centro Cultural "Generación del 27"  y del "Centro de Publicaciones" de la Diputación de Málaga.&lt;br /&gt;Recibió "Ayudas a la Creación" del Ministerio de Cultura en las modalidades de Poesía y Traducción en 1990 y 1992.&lt;br /&gt;Obra: &lt;i&gt;"Hiperiónida"&lt;/i&gt;,  premio "FedericoGarcía Lorca" de la Universidad de Granada 1981.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Problemas de doblaje"&lt;/i&gt;, accésit al premio "Adonais" 1989. &lt;i&gt;"Carpe noctem"&lt;/i&gt;, premio "Rey Juan Carlos" 1992."Carpe mare"  1996.  &lt;i&gt;"Transitoria"&lt;/i&gt;, accésit al Premio "Rafael Alberti" 1997 y "Premio Andalucía de la Crítica" 1998.  &lt;i&gt;"Las dudas de Eros"&lt;/i&gt;, 2000.  &lt;i&gt;"Portuaria"&lt;/i&gt; antología 1982-2002. &lt;i&gt;"Camaradas de Icaro"&lt;/i&gt;, Premio Fray Luis de León, 2003. "Carpe verbum"  2004, &lt;i&gt;"Haikus de Narila"&lt;/i&gt;, 2005 y  &lt;i&gt;"La siesta de Epicuro"&lt;/i&gt; 2008, Premio de la Generación del 27.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-4034223641058733042?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/4034223641058733042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/4034223641058733042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/05/lunes-de-descubrimientos.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-7028770285444639797</id><published>2009-05-11T22:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:19:43.660+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lunes de azoteas, de fuentes y cuitas primaverales. Como prisioneros de cuerpos y almas allá vamos ... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:212px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090511184843-1bc368972b7a4c1e8a551fd3bd5669e5&amp;amp;docName=lunes_11_5_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa%20XV&amp;amp;et=1243455448475&amp;amp;er=74"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:212px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090511184843-1bc368972b7a4c1e8a551fd3bd5669e5&amp;amp;docName=lunes_11_5_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa%20XV&amp;amp;et=1243455448475&amp;amp;er=74"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=6E94D7E0-13AC-666B-D62F-311E1FD3008C" width="600" height="450" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;[Canta Joaquín Díaz]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-7028770285444639797?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/7028770285444639797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/7028770285444639797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/05/lunes-de-azoteas-de-fuentes-y-cuitas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-1040762771478749766</id><published>2009-04-27T23:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:27:05.823+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lunes para la lluvia, para la nostalgia y el futuro.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:212px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090510185115-3185fce650004cb1b13a86d7f7372420&amp;amp;docName=lunes_27_4_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa%20XIV&amp;amp;et=1243455763782&amp;amp;er=43"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:212px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090510185115-3185fce650004cb1b13a86d7f7372420&amp;amp;docName=lunes_27_4_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa%20XIV&amp;amp;et=1243455763782&amp;amp;er=43"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=C08D09E5-E563-567F-21B4-2BE7B2C31258" width="600" height="450" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;[Canta Paco Ibáñez]&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-1040762771478749766?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/1040762771478749766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/1040762771478749766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/04/lunes-para-la-lluvia-para-la-nostalgia.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  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Como promesa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:212px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090419205858-5382c38e6054486e9ce5f2b2d65e23bd&amp;amp;docName=lunes_20_4_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poesia%20XIII&amp;amp;et=1243456152336&amp;amp;er=12"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:212px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090419205858-5382c38e6054486e9ce5f2b2d65e23bd&amp;amp;docName=lunes_20_4_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poesia%20XIII&amp;amp;et=1243456152336&amp;amp;er=12"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=307EA568-0C2A-4155-AF0B-6EC18EA15F6D" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-8904564680185781046?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/8904564680185781046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/8904564680185781046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/04/lunes-de-abril.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  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text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(35, 31, 32); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="color: rgb(35, 31, 32); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Objetivos que se pretenden con esta celebración:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="color: rgb(35, 31, 32); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Recuperar el gusto por volver a leer poemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="color: rgb(35, 31, 32); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Difundir y conocer uno de los géneros más ricos y expresivos de la literatura universal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="color: rgb(35, 31, 32); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Mostrar la importancia de la poesía a la opinión pública, lo cual daría un reconocimiento y un impulso nuevo a los movimientos poéticos nacionales, regionales e internacionales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="color: rgb(35, 31, 32); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Cubrir las necesidades que tiene el mundo contemporáneo en el campo de la estética, para lo cual hay que reconocer el papel social que tiene la poesía, aparte de de reconocer las actividades poéticas que se realizan en los diferentes países.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="color: rgb(35, 31, 32); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Promover la poesía como una forma de cultura esencial, de la vuelta a la oralidad, del restablecimiento del diálogo entre la poesía y las demás artes - el teatro, la danza, la música, la pintura, etc.- y con los temas de actualidad como la cultura de la paz, la no violencia, la tolerancia, entre otros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=75E7A4BC-1EA6-9EAD-4486-34B7F0DB1AE0" width="600" height="450" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="color: rgb(35, 31, 32); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mensaje del Sr. Koichiro Matsuura, Director General de la UNESCO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="color: rgb(35, 31, 32); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;con motivo del Día Mundial de la Poesía 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="color: rgb(35, 31, 32); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"    style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi- font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:#231F20;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;El mundo cambia constantemente, en el tiempo y el espacio, día a día y de un sitio a otro. Los seres humanos no somos la excepción porque también estamos en perpetua transformación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:#231F20;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Para empezar, nuestra vida individual es un ejercicio de adaptación. A través de las colectividades, los pueblos y las sociedades, las culturas y civilizaciones cambian a lo largo de la Historia. Los seres humanos somos agentes dinámicos del cambio: transformamos nuestro entorno y, al hacerlo, nos transformamos a nosotros mismos, poniendo así en tela de juicio la noción sencilla de una naturaleza humana fija e inmutable. No obstante, la condición humana persiste con tenacidad y cuando, a través del tiempo y la distancia, nos reconocemos en otros seres y ellos se reconocen en nosotros, ¿no estamos a la vez reconociendo que algo ha permanecido? ¿Hay algo que pueda dar razón simultánea del cambio y la inmutabilidad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:#231F20;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Por supuesto que sí. Ese algo es la poesía. Nuestras lenguas son, por supuesto, diferentes, como diversas son las maneras en que colocamos las palabras, frases y oraciones, así como la forma y la métrica de nuestros versos. Pero a través de sus modos y ritmos múltiples, la poesía nos remite al diálogo entre el cambio y la permanencia en la vida misma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:#231F20;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mediante el lenguaje, expresamos nuestras distintas creencias, valores y experiencias. La pluralidad de ese río deidentidades constituye la humanidad. La poesía es un puente entre personas y grupos, que nos ayuda a comprendernos mutuamente y a entendernos a nosotros mismos. La poesía expresa -a veces de manera sencilla, otras con honda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:#231F20;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;complejidad- nuestros temores, esperanzas, anhelos y presentimientos. En sus más eximias manifestaciones, la poesía es capaz de revelar verdades que captan la esencia de nuestra común humanidad y su belleza nos recuerda las cumbres artísticas que la especie es capaz de alcanzar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:#231F20;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Este año, conmemoramos el centenario del nacimiento de un gran filósofo-poeta, Léopold Sédar Senghor, que escribió esta frase: "Basta con nombrar algo para que bajo el signo empiece a surgir el significado". La poesía es una excelente manera de nombrar el mundo, dar cuenta de sus rasgos permanentes y de sus transformaciones, en formas que deleitan al espíritu. Que el Día Mundial de la Poesía nos traiga a la memoria esta mágica capacidad, en todas sus modalidades&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-1416230520764921847?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/1416230520764921847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/1416230520764921847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoy-conmemoramos-el-dia-mundial-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-4945408661517017137</id><published>2009-03-16T00:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:12:55.212+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lunes de espera,  lunes de primavera. Allá vamos, derechos a sus reclamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:212px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090315222841-0e17220419274e61a8db6c26cc249fb5&amp;amp;docName=lunes_16_3_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa%20XI&amp;amp;et=1243458706811&amp;amp;er=67"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:212px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090315222841-0e17220419274e61a8db6c26cc249fb5&amp;amp;docName=lunes_16_3_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa%20XI&amp;amp;et=1243458706811&amp;amp;er=67"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-4945408661517017137?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/4945408661517017137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/4945408661517017137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/03/lunes-de-espera-lunes-de-primavera.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-714843726275050938</id><published>2009-03-08T23:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:18:30.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lunes de celebración. Os traemos a cinco poetisas andaluzas para conmemorar el &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Día de la mujer trabajadora&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gracias, Ascensión, por seleccionar cada lunes los poemas que aquí publicamos. Gracias por esta floresta femenina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:212px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090308223339-ac6e60857dda4bdfa01cd259e7541b39&amp;amp;docName=lunes_9_3_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa%20X&amp;amp;et=1243458996977&amp;amp;er=4"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:212px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090308223339-ac6e60857dda4bdfa01cd259e7541b39&amp;amp;docName=lunes_9_3_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa%20X&amp;amp;et=1243458996977&amp;amp;er=4"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WALLADA BINT AL MUSTAKFI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;o WALADA ALMOSTACFI también conocida simplemente con el nombre de WALLADA, nació en Córdoba en el año 994. Fue hija del califa Omeya Muhammad Mustafkí.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fue famosa por su gran talento poético y fue la más célebre de las escritoras andalusíes, pero de igual modo mujer de una belleza apabullante: hermosa figura, tez blanca, ojos azules, pelirroja... el ideal de la época.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tras la muerte de su padre, con apenas 17 años, prescindiendo de toda tutela masculina, abrió palacio y salón literario en Córdoba, donde ofrecía instrucción en la poesía y el canto a hijas de familias poderosas y acaso instruía a esclavas en la poesía, el canto y las artes del amor. Al cabo ella era hija de Amin Am, una esclava cristiana enviada a cultivarse a Medina, y su nodriza y maestra fue la esclava negra Safia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre sus alumnas destacó &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.poetasandaluces.com/autor.asp?idAutor=26"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-mso-bidi- ;font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Muhya Bint Al Tayyani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; una joven de condición muy humilde (hija de un vendedor de higos) a la que acogió en su casa y que terminó denigrándola en crueles sátiras.&lt;br /&gt;Su posición privilegiada en lo social le da un carácter excepcional, aunque la personalidad de Wallada, sensible y refinada, hubiese destacado de todos modos, ya que Wallada era la mujer más culta, famosa y escandalosa de Córdoba. Se paseaba sin velo por la calle y, a la moda de los harenes de Bagdad, lleva versos suyos bordados en la orla de su vestido o en túnicas transparentes. La leyenda dice que en el lado izquierdo rezaba: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Por Alá, que merezco cualquier grandeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;y sigo con orgullo mi camino"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;y en el derecho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Doy gustosa a mi amante mi mejilla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;y doy mis besos para quien los quiera".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELENA MARTÍN VIVALDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nació en Granada en el año 1907 en el seno de una familia universitaria. Su padre, José Martín Barrales, fue catedrático de Ginecología y hombre de talante progresista, por ello quizá fue una de las pocas mujeres que estudiaban en esa época. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; En 1938 se licenció en Magisterio y Filosofía y Letras por la Universidad de Granada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el año 1942 opositó al Cuerpo de Bibliotecas, Archivos y Museos y obtuvo una plaza como archivera; en calidad de tal trabajó en Huelva, el Archivo de Indias de Sevilla y la biblioteca de la Universidad de Granada. La plaza le permitió la independencia económica necesaria para escribir y el estímulo del contacto continuado con los libros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue contemporánea de algunos poetas de la Generación del 27, pero no se la suele incluir con ellos dado que empezó a escribir mucho más tarde. Publicó su primera obra en 1945 y por ello se le considera como el “enlace” entre la Generación del 27 y poetas de movimientos posteriores, como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.poetasandaluces.com/autor.asp?idAutor=83"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Antonio Carvajal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, Luis García Montero, Rafael Juarez, Javier Egea, Luis Muñoz, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Su obra poética completa se publicó bajo el título Tiempo a la orilla, en 1985. En 1988 recibió el nombramiento de Hija predilecta de Granada. Fue, así mismo,galardonada con la medalla de la Real Academia de Bellas Artes de Granada diez años después, en 1998, Elena fallecía y con ella se iba una de las voces poéticas más claras y sugerentes de la literatura andaluza de posguerra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ANA ROSSETTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"    style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:ES;mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;ANA BUENO DE LA PEÑA más conocida como "ANA ROSSETTI" nació en San Fernando (Cádiz) el 15 de mayo de 1950. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"    style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:ES;mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;El conjunto de su obra se caracteriza por una amplia gama de registros y de géneros. Ha combinado a lo largo de su vida el teatro, la poesía y el género narrativo. Su obra es un mezcla de erotismo, esteticismo y culturalismo. Ana Rossetti se siente heredera de San Juan de la Cruz, porque &lt;em&gt;“la primera vez que leyó una lira suya sintió que estaba en contacto con poesía en estado puro”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque es muy conocida por su obra poética, también ha escrito textos teatrales, un libreto para ópera (en torno a la figura de Oscar Wilde, estrenada en la Sala Olimpia de Madrid en 1993 y con música de Manuel Balboa), novela, libros para niños y relatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha obtenido varios premios importantes como el Gules en 1980, La sonrisa vertical de la novela erótica en 1991, y Rey Juan Carlos en 1985 por su obra «Devocionario». Fue distinguida con la Medalla de Plata de la Junta de Andalucía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta poeta gaditana se encuentra por derecho propio entre los mejores poetas españoles de la poesía española contemporánea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;MARÍA JOSÉ MURES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"    style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:ES;mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Nace en Fernán Núñez, provincia de Córdoba, el 4 de abril de 1970. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"    style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:ES;mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; Es diplomada en Educación Especial por la Universidad de Córdoba y habilitada en Educación Infantil por la UNED. Es Máster en logopedia en Rehabilitación de los trastornos del lenguaje y el habla por la Universitat Politècnica de Catalunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue directora adjunta de “Revista de Feria” de su localidad durante dos años y después formó parte del grupo de redacción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sus versos aparecen en Revistas Literarias como “Alhucema”, “Caños Dorados”, “Pan de Trigo” y otras de soporte digital. Tiene publicados tres libros: “Antes del Amor”, “Zahorí” y “Cambalache”. Está incluida en la “Antología de poetas de Fernán Núñez”, (2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También ha colaborado en la edición del libro de “Romances y canciones de Amor II”,(2006), de la Diputación Provincial de Ciudad Real. En ese mismo año el Ateneo de Almagro la nombra Socia de Honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue merecedora del segundo Premio de Poesía en Alfafar, Valencia, con su poemario “Zahira” y en 2007 fue premiado su poemario “Entre la espada y tú, amor” en el V Concurso Nacional de Poesía “Caños Dorados”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se siente atraída desde pequeña por las letras, escribe su primer poema La niña enamorada, con doce años y desde entonces no ha dejado de escribir. La adolescencia, el amor, sus lecturas de Bécquer, todo se mezcló y de allí salió el poema. Se considera menos tímida que antes y está convencida que por eso empezó a escribir, porque no hablaba lo que sentía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Ella piensa que de la misma manera que el fotógrafo capta una imagen y la congela para siempre en esa pequeña película, ella hace lo mismo, pero su película es un papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;MARÍA ELOY GARCÍA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nació en Málaga en 1972. Es Licenciada en Geografía e Historia y ha participado en revistas como Litoral, El maquinista de la generación, Laberinto, Nayagua, o Fósforo (edición digital).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En 1998 recibió el Premio Ateneo-Universidad de Málaga y en 2001 el I Premio de poesía Carmen Conde de Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha publicado el libro de poesía Metafísica del trapo (2001) y ha sido incluida en las recopilaciones Hablando en plata (2005); Todo a cien (2005); 33 de Radio 3 (2004), Ilimitada voz (2003); Del paraíso a la palabra. Poetas malagueños del último medio siglo (1952-2002) (2003); Poetisas españolas. Antología general (2002); Poesía Espanhola. Anos 90 (2000); Feroces. Radicales, marginales y heterodoxos en la última poesía española (1998), entre otras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-714843726275050938?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/714843726275050938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/714843726275050938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/03/lunes-de-celebracion.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-1080997882119258429</id><published>2009-02-23T01:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:22:10.502+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lunes de Carnaval, y martes y ... Con nuestro capacho de poemas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:212px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090222224649-486916300f3c4110aa41d47130e347b4&amp;amp;docName=lunes_23_2_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=los%20lunes%2C%20poesia%20IX&amp;amp;et=1243459180975&amp;amp;er=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:212px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090222224649-486916300f3c4110aa41d47130e347b4&amp;amp;docName=lunes_23_2_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=los%20lunes%2C%20poesia%20IX&amp;amp;et=1243459180975&amp;amp;er=3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=72A3A2F5-B5E9-9220-92A7-A039D57D4817" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h6&gt;[ Poema V, de Pablo Neruda.  Canta Carmen París, álbum: Jotera lo serás tú ]&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Y en la voz del propio poeta chileno  ( nunca he tenido la certeza de que este Neruda no sea una parodia de sí mismo. En fin, sea por Carnaval) :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="160" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3327395&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3327395&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="160" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para que tú me oigas&lt;br /&gt;mis palabras&lt;br /&gt;se adelgazan a veces&lt;br /&gt;como las huellas de las gaviotas en las playas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collar, cascabel ebrio&lt;br /&gt;para tus manos suaves como las uvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y las miro lejanas mis palabras.&lt;br /&gt;Más que mías son tuyas.&lt;br /&gt;Van trepando en mi viejo dolor como las yedras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellas trepan así por las paredes húmedas.&lt;br /&gt;Eres tú la culpable de este juego sangriento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellas están huyendo de mi guarida oscura.&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo llenas tú, todo lo llenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes que tú poblaron la soledad que ocupas,&lt;br /&gt;y están acostumbradas más que tú a mi tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora quiero que digan lo que quiero decirte&lt;br /&gt;para que tú las oigas como quiero que me oigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El viento de la angustia aún las suele arrastrar.&lt;br /&gt;Huracanes de sueños aún a veces las tumban.&lt;br /&gt;Escuchas otras voces en mi voz dolorida.&lt;br /&gt;Llanto de viejas bocas, sangre de viejas súplicas.&lt;br /&gt;Ámame, compañera. No me abandones. Sígueme.&lt;br /&gt;Sígueme, compañera, en esa ola de angustia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero se van tiñendo con tu amor mis palabras.&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo ocupas tú, todo lo ocupas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy haciendo de todas un collar infinito&lt;br /&gt;para tus blancas manos, suaves como las uvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-1080997882119258429?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/1080997882119258429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/1080997882119258429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/02/lunes-de-carnaval-y-martes-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-3657109929065925359</id><published>2009-02-16T07:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:41:12.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lunes uruguayo. Lunes para un grande, como su nombre: &lt;b&gt;Mario &lt;/b&gt;Orlando Hamlet Hardy Brenno&lt;b&gt; Benedetti &lt;/b&gt;Farugia&lt;b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width:600px;height:212px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090213220502-faf24c40d7bf4d80acec1492a0b211c9&amp;amp;docName=lunes_16_2_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poesia%20VIII&amp;amp;et=1243459645087&amp;amp;er=66"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:600px;height:212px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090213220502-faf24c40d7bf4d80acec1492a0b211c9&amp;amp;docName=lunes_16_2_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20poesia%20VIII&amp;amp;et=1243459645087&amp;amp;er=66"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=66DD55FC-78C6-ED55-C819-76422A77E2C6" width="600" height="450" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=7C5BC233-9439-4026-80AB-76564E3A5189" width="600" height="450" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amor de tarde&lt;/span&gt;, interpretado por Ismael Serrano. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrEr5TGtqCI"&gt;Fuente&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=A85FB2B5-B987-41B6-3503-76255B58EA88" width="600" height="450" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Historia de vampiros&lt;/span&gt;, en la voz de Mario Benedetti]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uN1woucYCB8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uN1woucYCB8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Historia de vampiros&lt;/span&gt;, en la voz de Mario Benedetti]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-3657109929065925359?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/3657109929065925359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/3657109929065925359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/02/lunes-uruguayo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  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Luzam.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=F667F4A9-D3D2-33F0-FC37-5304FE208974" width="600" height="450" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Recita Antonio Mula Franco, en &lt;a href="http://www.cervantesvirtual.com/servlet/SirveObras?portal=179&amp;amp;Ref=3820&amp;amp;audio=86"&gt;cervantesvirtual&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=938CC702-BDB1-D738-276F-532817EBBDF3" width="600" height="450" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Voz de Rafael Alberti, del disco &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Federico García Lorca. Antología poética&lt;/span&gt;. Visor Libros.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-8655382679860168318?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/8655382679860168318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/8655382679860168318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/02/y-nos-tienta-con-sus-dulces-caricias.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-5928022087068569861</id><published>2009-02-02T22:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:58:43.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lunes de febrero. Febrerillo el loco ... nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width: 600px; height: 212px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090202202341-2486f3842d5947738c47d5b01087abeb&amp;amp;docName=lunes_2_1_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa%20VI&amp;amp;et=1243501266493&amp;amp;er=83"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width: 600px; height: 212px;" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090202202341-2486f3842d5947738c47d5b01087abeb&amp;amp;docName=lunes_2_1_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=los%20lunes%2C%20poes%C3%ADa%20VI&amp;amp;et=1243501266493&amp;amp;er=83"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width: 600px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://issuu.com/search?q=poesia" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=3CA09274-1D6F-DED3-B69A-38D3EDD68789" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Recita Nuria Espert]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-5928022087068569861?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/5928022087068569861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/5928022087068569861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/02/lunes-de-febrero.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  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Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-817135691832545905</id><published>2009-01-19T07:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:25:05.229+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Venimos cargados de nostalgia, de deseos ... el amor nos acecha con sus reclamos: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="width: 600px; height: 212px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090118130113-7ff4a10b6a0142959ee86b5fc5b37946&amp;amp;docName=lunes_19_1_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20%20poes%C3%ADa%20IV&amp;amp;et=1243502802243&amp;amp;er=73"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width: 600px; height: 212px;" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Fcolor%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;backgroundColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;autoFlipTime=6000&amp;amp;documentId=090118130113-7ff4a10b6a0142959ee86b5fc5b37946&amp;amp;docName=lunes_19_1_09&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Los%20lunes%2C%20%20poes%C3%ADa%20IV&amp;amp;et=1243502802243&amp;amp;er=73"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width: 600px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://issuu.com/search?q=poesia" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="id=A5E001BC-2BFB-ECFC-39FB-E1009AA3EF8A" width="600" height="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Canta Calixto Sánchez. Extraído del disco &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antonio Machado. Retrato flamenco&lt;/span&gt;. 2001, Pasarela S.L]&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;div&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://app.sliderocket.com/app/FullPlayer.aspx?id=409F9A27-6AF7-6DA4-F5FB-E1AFFFD26CA0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="409F9A27-6AF7-6DA4-F5FB-E1AFFFD26CA0" style="display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yag7IwoAOjM/SXS-_firDKI/AAAAAAAAABo/qw88IwhdLns/s400/muralla.jpg" com="com" app="app" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Canta Ana Belén. Sonido del disco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;La paloma de vuelo popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, 1977]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-817135691832545905?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/817135691832545905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/817135691832545905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/venimos-cargados-de-nostalgia-de-deseos.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  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Llegaron los primeros fríos, las primeras nieves ... los horrores de la guerra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" flashvars="mode=preview&amp;amp;previewLayout=white&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;docName=lunes_3&amp;amp;documentId=090110201826-e5d6728a08bb48d7ac0c0f5f3466d660&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;backgroundColor=ffffff&amp;amp;layout=grey" style="width: 425px; height: 165px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 425px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://issuu.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Get your own&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://issuu.com/jgjuguera/docs/lunes_3?mode=embed&amp;amp;documentId=090110201826-e5d6728a08bb48d7ac0c0f5f3466d660&amp;amp;layout=grey" target="_blank"&gt;Open publication&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://issuu.com/embed/guide?documentId=090110201826-e5d6728a08bb48d7ac0c0f5f3466d660&amp;amp;width=425&amp;amp;height=301" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/previewers/style1/v1/m3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=5119EACF-FE12-32D0-87F8-BDAA3CB49B32" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[La voz es la del poeta; extraída del disco &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La palabra en el aire&lt;/span&gt;,  de Pedro Guerra]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-7529197671841611567?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/7529197671841611567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/7529197671841611567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-nuevo-ao-nos-trae-alegra-pero-tambin.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-3615357029885804564</id><published>2008-12-22T16:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:07:33.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Es un lunes de vacaciones.  Un lunes soleado, abierto a las alturas de la Sierra y al llano de la Vega. Desde aquí nos vemos tan chiquitos que, a veces, unas pocas palabras nos agigantan como hombres.&lt;div&gt;Eso me trajo a la memoria este poema famoso de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Ruyard Kipling&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=309613d1-65eb-4b56-92cf-52c0fc8ea478" width="400" height="300" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[voz extraída del este &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDy0aKZ7An4"&gt;vídeo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;José Sacristán lo recitaba así:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cW98JYMQZlE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cW98JYMQZlE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y una imitación  publicitaria de la petrolera Repsol que tal vez recordéis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1szvepEznbI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1szvepEznbI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para algunos la versión más literaria que oyeron o  aprendieron de memoria puede ser esta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Franklin Gothic Medium"&gt;Si&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 11.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Franklin Gothic Medium"&gt;Si puedes estar firme cuando en tu derredor&lt;br /&gt;todo el mundo se ofusca y tacha tu entereza;&lt;br /&gt;si cuando dudan todos, fías en tu valor&lt;br /&gt;y al mismo tiempo sabes excusar su flaqueza;&lt;br /&gt;si puedes esperar y a tu afán poner brida,&lt;br /&gt;o blanco de mentiras esgrimir la verdad,&lt;br /&gt;o siendo odiado al odio no dejarle cabida&lt;br /&gt;y ni ensalzas tu juicio ni ostentas tu bondad;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 11.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Franklin Gothic Medium"&gt;Si sueñas pero el sueño no se vuelve tu rey:&lt;br /&gt;si piensas y el pensar no mengua tus ardores;&lt;br /&gt;si el triunfo o el desastre no te imponen su ley&lt;br /&gt;y los tratas lo mismo, como a dos impostores:&lt;br /&gt;si puedes soportar que tu frase sincera&lt;br /&gt;sea trampa de necios en boca de malvados,&lt;br /&gt;o mirar hecha trizas tu adorada quimera&lt;br /&gt;y tornar a forjarla con útiles mellados...&lt;br /&gt;...si puedes mantener en la ruda pelea&lt;br /&gt;alerta el pensamiento y el músculo tirante&lt;br /&gt;para emplearlos cuando en ti todo flaquea&lt;br /&gt;menos la voluntad que te dice: "Adelante";&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 11.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Franklin Gothic Medium"&gt;Si entre la turba das a la virtud abrigo;&lt;br /&gt;si, marchando con reyes del orgullo has triunfado;&lt;br /&gt;si no pueden herirte ni amigo ni enemigo;&lt;br /&gt;si eres bueno con todos, pero no demasiado,&lt;br /&gt;si puedes llenar los preciosos minutos&lt;br /&gt;con sesenta segundos de combate bravío,&lt;br /&gt;tuya es la Tierra y todos sus codiciados frutos,&lt;br /&gt;y lo que más importa: ¡serás hombre, hijo mío!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-3615357029885804564?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/3615357029885804564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/3615357029885804564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2008/12/es-un-lunes-de-vacaciones.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-2968041821752353534</id><published>2008-12-15T09:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:06:56.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se acerca la Navidad y las vacaciones; es nuestro último lunes de colegio de este 2008. Y con ese espíritu festivo os dejamos este ramillete de poemas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" flashvars="mode=preview&amp;amp;previewLayout=white&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;docName=lunes2&amp;amp;documentId=081209211441-c7b55cf432c8411bac9a6821edd03597&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;backgroundColor=ffffff&amp;amp;layout=grey" style="width: 425px; height: 175px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 425px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://issuu.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Get your own&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://issuu.com/jgjuguera/docs/lunes2?mode=embed&amp;amp;documentId=081209211441-c7b55cf432c8411bac9a6821edd03597&amp;amp;layout=grey" target="_blank"&gt;Open publication&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://issuu.com/embed/guide?documentId=081209211441-c7b55cf432c8411bac9a6821edd03597&amp;amp;width=425&amp;amp;height=301" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/previewers/style1/v1/m3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://data.sliderocket.com/SlideRocketPlayer.swf" flashvars="id=70bbfd7d-6e15-4514-aaca-1a62449658e0" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-2968041821752353534?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/2968041821752353534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/2968041821752353534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2008/12/se-acerca-la-navidad-y-las-vacaciones.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-4202482738139013696</id><published>2008-12-08T14:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:39:19.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hoy es fiesta y nos quedamos sin poemas en vivo. No obstante, aquí os dejo a Paco Ibáñez interpretando el conocido poema de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;José Agustín Goytisolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                       &lt;object width="200" height="100"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BK1pZE5QlzU&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BK1pZE5QlzU&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EL LOBITO BUENO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;Érase una vez&lt;br /&gt;un lobito bueno&lt;br /&gt;al que maltrataban&lt;br /&gt;todos los corderos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;Y había también&lt;br /&gt;un príncipe malo,&lt;br /&gt;una bruja hermosa&lt;br /&gt;y un pirata honrado.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;Todas estas cosas&lt;br /&gt;había una vez.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando yo soñaba&lt;br /&gt;un mundo al revés.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-4202482738139013696?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/4202482738139013696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/4202482738139013696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoy-es-fiesta-y-nos-quedamos-sin-poemas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  Granada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695730124301611703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6907390402514810176.post-1421627419102847458</id><published>2008-12-01T15:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:59:03.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yag7IwoAOjM/STPzSCgpFHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/x9pS3WkB58M/s1600-h/arbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yag7IwoAOjM/STPzSCgpFHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/x9pS3WkB58M/s320/arbol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274827079817958514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenidos. Venimos cargados de regalos: cada lunes,  poesía para todos. Un poema para comenzar la clase; seis para la jornada.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comencemos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" flashvars="mode=preview&amp;amp;previewLayout=white&amp;amp;username=jgjuguera&amp;amp;docName=lunes_1&amp;amp;documentId=081206193023-399dc3a7f6c64f1ab98f91842b423c08&amp;amp;autoFlip=true&amp;amp;backgroundColor=ffffff&amp;amp;layout=grey" style="width:425px;height:165px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:425px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://issuu.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Get your own&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://issuu.com/jgjuguera/docs/lunes_1?mode=embed&amp;amp;documentId=081206193023-399dc3a7f6c64f1ab98f91842b423c08&amp;amp;layout=grey" target="_blank"&gt;Open publication&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://issuu.com/embed/guide?documentId=081206193023-399dc3a7f6c64f1ab98f91842b423c08&amp;amp;width=425&amp;amp;height=301" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/previewers/style1/v1/m3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:425px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:425px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6907390402514810176-1421627419102847458?l=loslunespoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/1421627419102847458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6907390402514810176/posts/default/1421627419102847458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loslunespoesia.blogspot.com/2008/12/bienvenidos.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuente Vaqueros.  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