tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22038033425392056942024-03-18T21:26:38.616-07:00Bodegones de cocinaRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.comBlogger163125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-13878750033828232122024-03-09T11:58:00.000-08:002024-03-10T20:37:51.704-07:00EPISTROPHÉ<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghu_hnMrDbhJxS1k8k8jBcCWYEYoXkus4jrZdIZhI-osrpPWJP10CyU4GON3h9JPEgwv_LUZkWhPin-bxvmCwdpVPvQeXip427NZReF5og384qTFBYJHwLm-TTz15bcRzpZRV8ZdZjko6ThC54R-wIXLCs9pXjN28sBU4HJsXAcOPcf-NVH3WTu-wt0YU1/s824/Naranjas%208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="824" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghu_hnMrDbhJxS1k8k8jBcCWYEYoXkus4jrZdIZhI-osrpPWJP10CyU4GON3h9JPEgwv_LUZkWhPin-bxvmCwdpVPvQeXip427NZReF5og384qTFBYJHwLm-TTz15bcRzpZRV8ZdZjko6ThC54R-wIXLCs9pXjN28sBU4HJsXAcOPcf-NVH3WTu-wt0YU1/w272-h320/Naranjas%208.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">El olor a naranja en las gotas de frío,</span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">bajo el sol del invierno.<br /><br /><br /><br />El sabor de la tierra al levantarme.</span><div><br /></div><div>Abraham Gragera</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGSTvMcMrlEEX6FA0DmyCcePZ0lHTRzd6-wlIW31BFFNMYoWE3p6Fa-3xeIqt7DToyLd_Mt2DrawWH1o2m_C5cMfn_k3UQcDDLfsTfUClTtCG27n7c2qGWMNCPEorbnbjVXvquEicTZkQ5ZwRBAv7JxAsYfc2w7ldJCqR393tnl-LLPO7mN1w9SXqWfbyb/s667/mandarina.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGSTvMcMrlEEX6FA0DmyCcePZ0lHTRzd6-wlIW31BFFNMYoWE3p6Fa-3xeIqt7DToyLd_Mt2DrawWH1o2m_C5cMfn_k3UQcDDLfsTfUClTtCG27n7c2qGWMNCPEorbnbjVXvquEicTZkQ5ZwRBAv7JxAsYfc2w7ldJCqR393tnl-LLPO7mN1w9SXqWfbyb/w300-h400/mandarina.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">La clementina se llama así por su creador, el padre Clément, monje trapense.</span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Hija de una madre mandarina común y de un padre naranja dulce en el huerto del padre Clément.</div></span></span><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-36730875805693299322024-02-16T16:14:00.000-08:002024-02-16T16:14:47.891-08:00...<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKh7IfTw3z4lFZIJF2nDkcLFU3Otne-_o03QxHsbCx-srR0FVt4-v2pM8Ol5PZ7wLuOzV0e9E9UcKcS3fL-yxRjaEt5b8xgaFwd5pEjjPMhK4952okMh8mpesUQq7LFmyN81ZMDmStUdNktQHYan18VXsrcZ7yw36oNFlzvhY9Sg1IJF-l2H4IxuuMBMx5/s1100/cristino-de-vera-lorenart.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="805" data-original-width="1100" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKh7IfTw3z4lFZIJF2nDkcLFU3Otne-_o03QxHsbCx-srR0FVt4-v2pM8Ol5PZ7wLuOzV0e9E9UcKcS3fL-yxRjaEt5b8xgaFwd5pEjjPMhK4952okMh8mpesUQq7LFmyN81ZMDmStUdNktQHYan18VXsrcZ7yw36oNFlzvhY9Sg1IJF-l2H4IxuuMBMx5/w400-h293/cristino-de-vera-lorenart.webp" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cristino de Vera</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Y si el final</span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">no fuera más que un algo<br />que se enciende<br />hacia otra parte.<br />La fruta<br />tras el hueso de la fruta.<br />La caricia que crea<br />la carne<br />en su caída.</span><div><br /></div><span style="font-family: times;">Vanesa Pérez-Sauquillo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Pr_8XCG47dE?si=HG33M8xrZbHSRMUM" title="YouTube video player" width="250"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">J.S. Bach / A. Marcello - Adagio BWV 974</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-22792170853237842582024-01-09T19:01:00.000-08:002024-03-10T20:33:01.352-07:00Abuela<div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh_wAJMiwxOyWVAULrUlyEFoNsOjzdkVNSh5Z5UMO3Lt0Tp96tGTNQSQKaaDQkaEc-KPbpvjJk59GHTeILFsxF3xpKU4PV14nMxjt0E161ijG8wqfZsYhY8eYX45kzW4BnOb6zOkXGPPiGeSO9G-1N-BEJ5Ik4a2zQeozl8Oe2jUWzTXwEjWumKlW_0dfY/s1344/Mesa.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1344" data-original-width="1125" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh_wAJMiwxOyWVAULrUlyEFoNsOjzdkVNSh5Z5UMO3Lt0Tp96tGTNQSQKaaDQkaEc-KPbpvjJk59GHTeILFsxF3xpKU4PV14nMxjt0E161ijG8wqfZsYhY8eYX45kzW4BnOb6zOkXGPPiGeSO9G-1N-BEJ5Ik4a2zQeozl8Oe2jUWzTXwEjWumKlW_0dfY/w335-h400/Mesa.png" width="335" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Hace muchos años que mi abuela murió, pero su cocina sigue encendida. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Daniel Mocher</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vcPhJ0bKAn0?si=rhnya7EyDW_JwXkL" title="YouTube video player" width="250"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">VIVALDI | Concerto con 2 Violini obligati | RV 509 in C minor | Manuscrito original</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-2626449806441896962024-01-05T08:26:00.000-08:002024-01-05T08:26:37.129-08:00Epifanía del Señor<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGC8ftLNfhu3ejN052bEIJvVsR5v-stECMjrSigqwdksEmIYS48OqegA2wCoEl9M2qrOSMViQVI7t6c9oYmxqg8cPDYPevQH_30zsY15KcY42uaG6oo9KjX7cUTO4DQz_y1aqGqrvi5JCyWHPQSTJzS85NryymBXUQCKxZNIwZOk6dYmeQJoWohJNqhff/s600/Adoracion%20de%20los%20Magos%20Rubens.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGC8ftLNfhu3ejN052bEIJvVsR5v-stECMjrSigqwdksEmIYS48OqegA2wCoEl9M2qrOSMViQVI7t6c9oYmxqg8cPDYPevQH_30zsY15KcY42uaG6oo9KjX7cUTO4DQz_y1aqGqrvi5JCyWHPQSTJzS85NryymBXUQCKxZNIwZOk6dYmeQJoWohJNqhff/w400-h400/Adoracion%20de%20los%20Magos%20Rubens.webp" width="400" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i>Adoración de los Magos,</i> Pedro Pablo Rubens</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“No fijemos nuestra mirada en las cosas visibles, sino en las invisibles, porque las visibles son momentáneas, pero las invisibles son eternas" (2 Cor 4,18)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Norabuena vengáis al mundo,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Niño de perlas,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que sin vuestra vista</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">no hay hora buena.</span></i></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Niño de jazmines,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Rosas y azucenas,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Niño de la niña</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">después de Él más bella,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que tan buenos años,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que tan buenas nuevas,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que tan buenos días</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ha dado a la tierra;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Norabuena vengáis al mundo</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Parabién merece,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">parabienes tenga,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">aunque tantos bienes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">como Dios posea.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Mientras os tardasteis,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">dulce gloria nuestra,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">estábamos todos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">llenos de mil penas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Norabuena vengáis al mundo</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Mas ya que vinisteis,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">y a la tierra alegra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ver que su esperanza</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">cumplida en Vos sea,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">digan los pastores,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">respondan las sierras,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">pues Hombre os adoran</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">y Dios os contemplan.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Norabuena vengáis al mundo</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Aves celestiales</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">los aires alegran,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">pacífica oliva</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">vuelven las adelfas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Las montañas altas,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">las nevadas sierras,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">aguas en cristales,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">nieve en flores truecan.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Norabuena vengáis al mundo</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Lope de Vega</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VHgKMrivaWw?si=W_u_h_yIcPbVrfhk" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i>El Mesías </i>- G. F. Haendel</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Orquesta y Coro RTVE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Y le verán todos los pueblos..."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/FKilKBCnY6o?si=-Fqm20GpbJ427wnL" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Vivaldi: <i>Gloria</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">¡Feliz noche y día de Reyes!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i><br /></i></span></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-22283030575250427442023-12-24T07:44:00.000-08:002023-12-24T07:44:56.392-08:00¡Feliz Navidad!<p> </p><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>Os anuncio una buena noticia, os ha nacido un Salvador.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times;">Lc 2, 10-11</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaSA4hmaS47iqhl5BDlKVLVW2FhDZraZLlGXNTEUog0LiLneqz0Pox3LoGwAFFzIVOChiJRyQKnsZcq848In3yoPrqjCvnRXImZyWhtwoa42YKqjGHjMdtgNevv2r2S77Cqd_73TifJNHk37EgzlFXB38h4y60EAb19Id4BLHMukNhAAqLFIW4PtIV-qxY/s838/3b6b131a4eb74f4a53c4a39c4e19f5fa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="838" data-original-width="564" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaSA4hmaS47iqhl5BDlKVLVW2FhDZraZLlGXNTEUog0LiLneqz0Pox3LoGwAFFzIVOChiJRyQKnsZcq848In3yoPrqjCvnRXImZyWhtwoa42YKqjGHjMdtgNevv2r2S77Cqd_73TifJNHk37EgzlFXB38h4y60EAb19Id4BLHMukNhAAqLFIW4PtIV-qxY/w430-h640/3b6b131a4eb74f4a53c4a39c4e19f5fa.jpg" width="430" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Tú, Bienaventurada, que llevaste</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> el cuerpo de Jesús en tus entrañas</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> y diste a la luz la Gracia</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> y Luz que salva, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">vuelve tus ojos misericordiosos</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> dulcemente hacia mí…</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Julio Martínez Mesanza</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/jKDe1SVpDEY?si=jog4NO4lMe-2IzBh" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Liszt: Weihnachtsbaum - 4. Adeste fideles</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/d18q2wHwoDc?si=wh4BoODiI5zGbKP0" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Cantique de Noël (Canción de Navidad)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Desde de la Basílica de San Francisco de Asís</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">¡Feliz Navidad!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-55304481218788653552023-04-15T07:25:00.003-07:002023-11-04T17:44:36.201-07:00La rosa<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUYN-N9M_cKAD60eV5mjM-i4K4xZdfaAiHiS-fuon2E5hhDLvqBMl16grsReuQEz0q9Ct89a0HQvEt-bSfy8D10j4ILNGYSL44IqM4VvPjkdDty4fAYC2nB7AfgoQP5yeQBT9MzMF4ou8XtFm55o3M22IEeMGJAMszlvWblGgE-zJbQ2X6_28IBJW3bQ/s500/adc578a6aedc0cfd163d771486cd43c6%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="414" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUYN-N9M_cKAD60eV5mjM-i4K4xZdfaAiHiS-fuon2E5hhDLvqBMl16grsReuQEz0q9Ct89a0HQvEt-bSfy8D10j4ILNGYSL44IqM4VvPjkdDty4fAYC2nB7AfgoQP5yeQBT9MzMF4ou8XtFm55o3M22IEeMGJAMszlvWblGgE-zJbQ2X6_28IBJW3bQ/w331-h400/adc578a6aedc0cfd163d771486cd43c6%20(1).jpg" width="331" /></a></div></div><b style="text-align: justify;"><br /></b><p></p><p><b style="text-align: justify;"><br /></b></p><div style="text-align: justify;">¿Cómo veo el mundo que me rodea? Cualquiera que se haya hecho la pregunta sabe que la respuesta no es evidente. Para llegar a alguna parte, no son principalmente análisis lo que necesitamos, sino testimonios, similares a los de Maud Sumner (Erik Varden):</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hasta la hora de la medianoche</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">me senté con una rosa<br />para mirar la rosa.<br />Otras flores se<br />adormecen y se cierran,<br />pero la rosa de medianoche<br />muestra<br />su poder borgoña en ese momento:<br />una fragancia tan fuerte del corazón de la flor,<br />una belleza tan dulce que la hora cero<br />se detiene,<br />un rayo<br />extraído del manto de la eternidad<br />que abraza todo silencio, que me abraza.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;">Maud Sumner</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://coramfratribus.com/notebook/">Fuente</a></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-36734662788190374292023-04-09T13:27:00.000-07:002023-04-09T13:27:42.150-07:00¡Feliz Pascua de Resurrección!<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCV76l7SyvMgorQb9HNkXz3lCho7PNkBlLGtnEJsFnMc4f7mUvTGunVoOyZsqky91QfnU0x-gcfNe95Rrlh2aQwb0yrp_g6sMlD6nKHvErdV4IoANJYtjQJ18B-TVzih8pfVH5aMBvGxbT517jtlLBK-f8heBY8saPG6HZCclveuSMDG95e4_fdHZRRg/s1030/Juan-Pedro-tumba-Cristo-Giovanni-Romanelli_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="1030" height="373" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCV76l7SyvMgorQb9HNkXz3lCho7PNkBlLGtnEJsFnMc4f7mUvTGunVoOyZsqky91QfnU0x-gcfNe95Rrlh2aQwb0yrp_g6sMlD6nKHvErdV4IoANJYtjQJ18B-TVzih8pfVH5aMBvGxbT517jtlLBK-f8heBY8saPG6HZCclveuSMDG95e4_fdHZRRg/w640-h373/Juan-Pedro-tumba-Cristo-Giovanni-Romanelli_.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><i>Juan y Pedro en la tumba de Cristo, </i>Giovanni-Romanelli<br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Creo en la fidelidad de Dios.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times;"><b>Benedicto XVI</b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">«Hasta ahora no habían entendido la Escritura: que Él había de resucitar de entre los muertos» (Juan 20, 1-9)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Este es el día que hizo el Señor: sea nuestra alegría y nuestro gozo.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Salmo 117, 1-2.16-17. 22-23</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/62fawgUUpg8" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">J. S. Bach, Oratorio de Pascua: Ven, apresúrate y corre BWV 249</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Se cantó por primera vez el domingo de Pascua de 1725.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/w7pVeqIT13Y" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Monteverdi: Gloria a 7 voci, SV 258</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-8605827158250680072023-04-07T14:33:00.000-07:002023-04-07T14:33:31.077-07:00Pasión y Muerte de nuestro Señor Jesucristo<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS4N32aenJGRxljJ5iPxlxkySS_zE4KQQ2N-fytFO-2o1I54dqyHeRu9RJb2qjdxPtiYIdGUdmZbjYIrhF9NS4H1-x1NtafZivMRti3dsKXc9koHBda2Yv8kcQkjMlSmQN6-j4TwoDOeMkX2nCpSEYIewV_bc4i1nSwmKWGb4WXdWytpCXI4UwWuIp0Q/s900/crucifixion-fra-angelico.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="701" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS4N32aenJGRxljJ5iPxlxkySS_zE4KQQ2N-fytFO-2o1I54dqyHeRu9RJb2qjdxPtiYIdGUdmZbjYIrhF9NS4H1-x1NtafZivMRti3dsKXc9koHBda2Yv8kcQkjMlSmQN6-j4TwoDOeMkX2nCpSEYIewV_bc4i1nSwmKWGb4WXdWytpCXI4UwWuIp0Q/w311-h400/crucifixion-fra-angelico.jpg" width="311" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i>La crucifixión, </i>Fra Angelico</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Todo está consumado. E inclinando la cabeza entregó el espíritu.</span></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Juan 18, 1-19, 42 </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/CpsLy3Wrwgs" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">J.S. Bach: Pasión según San Juan</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3fP-rET0kFI" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">J.S. Bach: Pasión según San Mateo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-30366617629733906432023-03-14T14:11:00.000-07:002023-03-14T14:11:23.215-07:00...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvbQrmpn6DmFZYRzEzYQdBdtbYE9qoatwzwUfhCU2O93noZcRBxGyv9us-ARVZnmOpLrc2vEZhAJ_FRxmdXwDpwb5vWMPEnzImqllhaPbF_KlGbyKnH6S5P-v8K0MLkFw2IswfQ5Gmm6n-7dkjc5ZVXh5fTfhF3dl2asbaAm70ODTWLSSYY2YQqZOWpA/s780/carmen-laffon--bodegon-con-tazas-y-vaso.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="552" data-original-width="780" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvbQrmpn6DmFZYRzEzYQdBdtbYE9qoatwzwUfhCU2O93noZcRBxGyv9us-ARVZnmOpLrc2vEZhAJ_FRxmdXwDpwb5vWMPEnzImqllhaPbF_KlGbyKnH6S5P-v8K0MLkFw2IswfQ5Gmm6n-7dkjc5ZVXh5fTfhF3dl2asbaAm70ODTWLSSYY2YQqZOWpA/w400-h283/carmen-laffon--bodegon-con-tazas-y-vaso.webp" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Carmen Laffón, <i>Bodegón con taza y vas</i></span><i>o</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipG2KbHu3Vj5U88jMmfd-UVmmIc-sKAUxhXWKHE1_OFOrA5FlD9jBKgqoffl_CjenPrAqyrKb20gjDgdTMWBtI4O52QxlnfHECxFqzeT4aRs9z0p0FJubvShyLzo6vC9VexY3HVSvROhObdrVSOoKQzpTYlYc3Lm-0ddpg0jaPcym7isRJVZCmsgoMmQ/s547/4576dfdfaca0a211bfdd3fa07c0d7a98.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="547" data-original-width="400" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipG2KbHu3Vj5U88jMmfd-UVmmIc-sKAUxhXWKHE1_OFOrA5FlD9jBKgqoffl_CjenPrAqyrKb20gjDgdTMWBtI4O52QxlnfHECxFqzeT4aRs9z0p0FJubvShyLzo6vC9VexY3HVSvROhObdrVSOoKQzpTYlYc3Lm-0ddpg0jaPcym7isRJVZCmsgoMmQ/w293-h400/4576dfdfaca0a211bfdd3fa07c0d7a98.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">William Adolphe Bouguereau (detalle)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>El habla necesita el tiempo de la mirada. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Ángel de Frutos Salvador</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YnfhInZLmUQ?start=1574" title="YouTube video player" width="250"></iframe> </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Gustav Mahler: Symphony no. 4 - III. Ruhevoll, poco adagio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: small;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-69437144118594133652023-03-12T14:48:00.000-07:002023-03-12T14:48:11.584-07:00Copla<p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgt8Pu2T48vraK32WUCsHLXEAAjVtkkTBAXHlEwfBe0BRmpsvSfLoTXMSnMPuIhn5V9F1S7d8MVmBVZXMfnPxV3l1SZaOFjsKSVXWGqCFyL4pl18soJwOI3adDWnRNIkpzcIoovQe48xGOuVleoUv3gNC7zkqAiC02yKo5UXZt4coAPhAYTff5ZAsTJLw"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgt8Pu2T48vraK32WUCsHLXEAAjVtkkTBAXHlEwfBe0BRmpsvSfLoTXMSnMPuIhn5V9F1S7d8MVmBVZXMfnPxV3l1SZaOFjsKSVXWGqCFyL4pl18soJwOI3adDWnRNIkpzcIoovQe48xGOuVleoUv3gNC7zkqAiC02yKo5UXZt4coAPhAYTff5ZAsTJLw=w395-h640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Jean-Étienne Liotard, <i>La bella chocolatera</i></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"El chocolate excelente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">para que cause placer,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">cuatro cosas debe ser:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">espeso, dulce, caliente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">y de manos de mujer”.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />«Las cosas claras y el chocolate espeso».<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/IqP5gzPdNZ0" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: times;">Romance español</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></i></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-86324106819426949202023-02-22T16:16:00.000-08:002023-02-22T16:16:30.725-08:00...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBkvVQV26Q64fjmze85qStZCdWsLR5HwdT1Qr9XRnkHmfe6x8DkMo0kSClONOA_QQRxg8J0_fdRg-yuBO-Huk-Y2kjNgPQij66b3lS-l-lmeKs9oBaYo1W1Dx-xWHp0XD-MBul9ecgsa2aJVrIA2UkXxc3EippNeiQeDFA-w6QycafoZ8GyeOa-KfjQ/s751/5a41f030ff4d093418c614e9f7458ca7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBkvVQV26Q64fjmze85qStZCdWsLR5HwdT1Qr9XRnkHmfe6x8DkMo0kSClONOA_QQRxg8J0_fdRg-yuBO-Huk-Y2kjNgPQij66b3lS-l-lmeKs9oBaYo1W1Dx-xWHp0XD-MBul9ecgsa2aJVrIA2UkXxc3EippNeiQeDFA-w6QycafoZ8GyeOa-KfjQ/w300-h400/5a41f030ff4d093418c614e9f7458ca7.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“Comer es acordarse”.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Elena Medel</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-54847004142150535532023-01-08T13:28:00.001-08:002023-01-10T14:26:21.196-08:00A todas estas cosas<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihDtBL3iLTGZuhF5lY1TmMyZYBIOgBbIlfMczWIILagxKLFVxaGI9eODSEKa6CZryCHDnnMu1nE8d4ISOBwH2QhJAZiG03DanVUtlaKAH1YqC-jN8raai1QVA9HaHzvCUtT0yjhzPaHqClH8sHSWjT0StheKgn5hkroU8kyohwmlNEg2DCbYFfrFS00A/s680/FmBPsXkX0AAZMw5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="628" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihDtBL3iLTGZuhF5lY1TmMyZYBIOgBbIlfMczWIILagxKLFVxaGI9eODSEKa6CZryCHDnnMu1nE8d4ISOBwH2QhJAZiG03DanVUtlaKAH1YqC-jN8raai1QVA9HaHzvCUtT0yjhzPaHqClH8sHSWjT0StheKgn5hkroU8kyohwmlNEg2DCbYFfrFS00A/w370-h400/FmBPsXkX0AAZMw5.jpg" width="370" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-family: times;"> "Objets inanimés, avez-vous donc une âme</span></i></div><div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-family: times;">Qui s'attache à notre âme et la force d'aimer?"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i>(Alphonse de Lamartine, Milly, </i>ou la terre natale)</span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Y</b></span>a sé que he de dejarlas aquí cuando me vaya,<br />y que antes o después, aunque me sobrevivan,<br />acabarán en nada - descuidos, asistentas<br />primitivas, carcoma, inundaciones, robos,<br />mudanzas, simplemente el uso...-; y, aun poniéndome<br />en la postura más optimista, no olvido<br />que este universo con todo su cargamento<br />está también llamado a la aniquilación;</span><p></p><span style="font-family: times;">pero quiero dar las gracias a todas esas cosas<br />que han ido acompañando mi paso por el tiempo<br />-muebles, cuadros, cerámicas, libros, discos, películas...-,<br />cosas que un día cualquiera entraron en mi vida<br />siendo tan sólo cosas, pero que, conviviendo<br />hora tras hora, se llenaron de alma<br />y se convirtieron en mucho más que cosas.</span><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Cada mañana en su presencia reencontrada</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">me parece oír un mudo "Buenos días"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">y cuando de regreso de un viaje entro en casa</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">me reciben con algo semejante al cariño.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">A veces pienso que cuando nos separemos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">en su existencia inmóvil ha de temblar, secreta,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">una especie de pena de haber quedado huérfanas.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Miguel d' Ors</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><p style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/XY434-ZFbiY" title="YouTube video player" width="240"></iframe></p><span style="font-family: times;"><div style="text-align: center;">Anton Bruckner: Quintet in F Major, WAB 112: Adagio</div></span><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-6268353817670180212023-01-05T16:55:00.003-08:002023-01-05T18:25:13.554-08:00Epifanía del Señor<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwION2x4svZZ3wWEiZc2Mo_GkZhaCpK-NKg4XbQk64WXjs1BTBVTMEwbEUnHHlzngcgrAGA8Nwu_CLEWAdqTsyCEoTA7E1bErbPW-zH6C4Vr8mxp23XNKzP9ICDXj1Z_e1Slg27xW7pm9or4taYNRRKE4uJWDKbIAQyiWgtYpiJk2q12hMXFXXRfw9aA/s1920/ad611796-e25e-4183-a749-fcf6d286afb0.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1783" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwION2x4svZZ3wWEiZc2Mo_GkZhaCpK-NKg4XbQk64WXjs1BTBVTMEwbEUnHHlzngcgrAGA8Nwu_CLEWAdqTsyCEoTA7E1bErbPW-zH6C4Vr8mxp23XNKzP9ICDXj1Z_e1Slg27xW7pm9or4taYNRRKE4uJWDKbIAQyiWgtYpiJk2q12hMXFXXRfw9aA/w371-h400/ad611796-e25e-4183-a749-fcf6d286afb0.jpg" width="371" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Maestro de la Adoración de los Magos</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Milagros "efectos son del amor,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">de su infinito poder".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Lope de Vega</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHt1YUnQXMnNJWKZo0hxS7-Wy_LbeF50mNSV0FAvXqB3rJOeoJqPjEojkq70tRx6GLeTHKekyFNAE_YI9CsRsCiJfgKU-vU2Hv_oZbsQsWUMUaOOgez5tQLsmBkI-KAMEU-l8nQ6fcGpFoX-XdhI9udeF7752yhznhwU3FjPJJVKBKhq3vw-XybEUmw/s924/reyes_oriente_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="924" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHt1YUnQXMnNJWKZo0hxS7-Wy_LbeF50mNSV0FAvXqB3rJOeoJqPjEojkq70tRx6GLeTHKekyFNAE_YI9CsRsCiJfgKU-vU2Hv_oZbsQsWUMUaOOgez5tQLsmBkI-KAMEU-l8nQ6fcGpFoX-XdhI9udeF7752yhznhwU3FjPJJVKBKhq3vw-XybEUmw/w400-h216/reyes_oriente_.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Los reyes de Oriente. Frontal procedente de Santa María de Mosoll, conservado en el Museo Nacional de Cataluña</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Volvamos a los Magos de Oriente. Ellos eran también y sobre todo hombres que tenían valor, el valor y la humildad de la fe. Se necesitaba tener valentía para recibir el signo de la estrella como una orden de partir, para salir –hacia lo desconocido, lo incierto, por los caminos llenos de multitud de peligros al acecho. Podemos imaginarnos las burlas que suscitó la decisión de estos hombres: la irrisión de los realistas que no podían sino burlarse de las fantasías de estos hombres. El que partía apoyándose en promesas tan inciertas, arriesgándolo todo, solo podía aparecer como alguien ridículo. Pero, para estos hombres tocados interiormente por Dios, el camino acorde con las indicaciones divinas era más importante que la opinión de la gente. La búsqueda de la verdad era para ellos más importante que las burlas del mundo, aparentemente inteligente.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">(Homilía Benedicto XVI, 6 de enero de 2013, Epifanía del Señor).</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/qhzr7EU6XS8" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">J. S. Bach- Cantata BWV 65 "Sie werden aus Saba alle kommen" ("Todos vendrán de Saba")</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRtEq2MIXbc">J. S. Bach- Cantata BWV 65 (Subtitulada)</a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/QBq6mQHT_rE" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">J. S. Bach: "Christen ätzet diesen Tag", BWV 63 ("Cristianos, grabad este día")</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-66005223230320427292022-12-24T05:21:00.000-08:002022-12-24T05:21:01.212-08:00FELIZ NAVIDAD<p> </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqmfLZZhiScg73V6Ecauf_XzEN-TMoH8lVESuHjID6Kpg_ReHSiGq2QRWDfdBHTJm1M5eiKyN1S5Vo684oKoUt15Xo-5cV8RzbdM--vmMEe_Xs4QmOM4WKR3jia5aRw-8JOvVMrd520Z8pnc3J2dCehVE-eazBVscRmBTrd_Y0VTDRAdtMCShICtpr8Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="640" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqmfLZZhiScg73V6Ecauf_XzEN-TMoH8lVESuHjID6Kpg_ReHSiGq2QRWDfdBHTJm1M5eiKyN1S5Vo684oKoUt15Xo-5cV8RzbdM--vmMEe_Xs4QmOM4WKR3jia5aRw-8JOvVMrd520Z8pnc3J2dCehVE-eazBVscRmBTrd_Y0VTDRAdtMCShICtpr8Q=w400-h330" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Natividad, Georges de la Tour</span></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Hoy al hielo nace</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">en Belén mi Dios.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Cántale su Madre</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">y Él llora de amor.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">[...]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">—No lloréis, mi vida,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que me dais pasión,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">le dice la Niña</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que al Niño mostró.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Témplanse los aires</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">a su dulce voz;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">cántale su Madre</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">y Él llora de amor.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Félix Lope de Vega</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-0QqEbWubcQ" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Messiaen: La Nativité: - IX. Dieu parmi nous (La Natividad: -IX. Dios entre nosotros)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;">"La palabra no vino como un gran llanto, sino como un niño".</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Messiaen logra mostrar a través de la música lo que las palabras simplemente no pueden expresar: esa paradoja objetivamente imposible de que el principio infinito de toda vida y todo ser entra en el tiempo. Hay en ese trabajo una profundidad de intuición teológica que simplemente me deja estupefacto y profundamente conmovido".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="https://www.pillarcatholic.com/the-word-didnt-come-with-a-huge-cry-but-as-an-infant-norways-bishop-varden-on-the-incarnation/"><b> Entrevista a Erik Varden, obispo noruego</b></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">¡Feliz y santa Navidad!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-16276198926614218972022-12-09T15:31:00.000-08:002022-12-09T15:31:14.348-08:00...<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj915NvLPNHOLccL1_IsXkUwaT8F9uq2n0uVTX_9p-rmZYbgiphaAHfcgynFdSRBSPympB7fLIL5eh7wvz3CpgMhZSf5bmTSM9BTycstWzlxcyy__JE7sIiD53crxyRa3gT7tQwXYWLB-EgN-Inxlx1c592UZbpEQVKAfxxj7FRsvFcdvycJobDGnFHXA/s750/Laura%20Makabresku%203.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="483" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj915NvLPNHOLccL1_IsXkUwaT8F9uq2n0uVTX_9p-rmZYbgiphaAHfcgynFdSRBSPympB7fLIL5eh7wvz3CpgMhZSf5bmTSM9BTycstWzlxcyy__JE7sIiD53crxyRa3gT7tQwXYWLB-EgN-Inxlx1c592UZbpEQVKAfxxj7FRsvFcdvycJobDGnFHXA/w258-h400/Laura%20Makabresku%203.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: xx-small;">Laura Makabrescu</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Todo el fulgor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">del otoño en el cesto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de las manzanas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Susana Benet</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="180" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iAIOg6ZawwU" title="YouTube video player" width="250"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Psalm Instrumental · Nick Cave · Warren Ellis</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-90862905461509053202022-11-30T13:28:00.000-08:002022-11-30T13:28:00.330-08:00...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Cada día tiene su veneno y, para el que sabe ver, su antídoto.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Christian Bobin, <i>Las ruinas del cielo</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><p></p>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-59114756670191577442022-11-19T07:01:00.002-08:002023-02-12T20:13:40.813-08:00Edad de oro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga2Kd0Ky-szXajK4vMy1SlWRWQGmwd1R9rwmA5E7xqT9gDUyNECLkoliDt4dUI7WruWS4PNAzmB4Q2x9vvYEP7fFAq0TU4zsIXgSABdmEdkKTVwOuQoe7iHvcECTjp32Ricr9MgUFun0ju17K2-4a4HDH5TMbFt-d31tn7Nc7sLKBxh2lnEdQIOoW5Bg/s640/Robin%20Pieterse.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="514" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga2Kd0Ky-szXajK4vMy1SlWRWQGmwd1R9rwmA5E7xqT9gDUyNECLkoliDt4dUI7WruWS4PNAzmB4Q2x9vvYEP7fFAq0TU4zsIXgSABdmEdkKTVwOuQoe7iHvcECTjp32Ricr9MgUFun0ju17K2-4a4HDH5TMbFt-d31tn7Nc7sLKBxh2lnEdQIOoW5Bg/w321-h400/Robin%20Pieterse.jpg" width="321" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">José Julio Cabanillas</span></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/R1lse_fNKQE" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Este seu olhar (Esa mirada tuya), </i>Sant Andreu Jazz Band</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-85268820141150924122022-10-22T12:58:00.003-07:002023-02-12T17:03:03.501-08:00Gula<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: medium;">entre los dientes, inundando todo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">El chocolate derretido.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">El café, el vino rojo, el pan caliente.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Mi almíbar en tus labios.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Tu sal sobre los míos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Amalia Bautista</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1Z4c28FpZls" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-62091674484912177792022-09-16T17:00:00.000-07:002022-09-16T17:00:12.367-07:00...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg4kEee0XlhETdVeetu0SuU2sQf06rK_CAMRaUAzsuZ_cfUj66NKNaNaWz03max9L78kAEQNKFCKWlWFMfhRNvtWTBllX3rUAbJGxgr7fbOQvCM83ToGozYcpjbRWsc1YP8_Ui-1_TmT5q5SsA8lgJb7jQolEHYWQm1GCUUTv12PYS9k1TOe7qtqNt2g/s767/Marasapego.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">Daniel Sprick.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“Tu alma va dando a luz poesía con las cosas cotidianas”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Guillermo Urbizu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-22822897999699105032022-07-04T05:04:00.003-07:002023-02-12T17:37:01.968-08:00...<div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div></i></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: medium;">Dulces melodías son para oír,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">pero estas, que no oigo, son más dulces.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">John Keats</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-3764709407483425582022-06-04T17:50:00.000-07:002022-06-04T17:50:20.385-07:00"Oh eterno fuego, oh fuente del amor"<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Giotto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><p></p><h1 class="title style-scope ytd-video-primary-info-renderer" style="-webkit-box-orient: vertical; -webkit-line-clamp: 2; background: rgb(249, 249, 249); border: 0px; color: var(--ytd-video-primary-info-renderer-title-color,var(--yt-spec-text-primary)); display: -webkit-box; font-size: var(--ytd-video-primary-info-renderer-title-font-size,var(--yt-navbar-title-font-size,inherit)); font-weight: 400; line-height: 2.6rem; margin: 0px; max-height: 5.2rem; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; text-overflow: ellipsis; text-shadow: var(--ytd-video-primary-info-renderer-title-text-shadow,none); transform: var(--ytd-video-primary-info-renderer-title-transform,none);"></h1>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Recibid el Espíritu Santo".</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Juan 20, 19-23</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-QA-Tc8Vw80" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; text-align: left;">Johann Sebastian Bach, "Cantata BWV 34, "O ewiges Feuer, o Ursprung der Liebe" ("Oh eterno fuego, oh fuente del amor").</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-24883570932954665312022-05-05T16:55:00.004-07:002022-05-05T16:56:25.743-07:00...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr5fkggSjssMWUtYOP1_yok_1MRGOotkwfL-tVGqbaWEMBzlPw5t7D-qpWZP3HZ1x2KCOR7KnmY1TrDnKiXNKKZWyHeFxh18CeT6zuCh8Pt6WD_ChGiwcecqyk2C1bOh-W1R0RFurGnICUZ75XE_MmNmXbX9IGvDvzHJk_FCSVIhkmkABsOdGLgzI-Yw/s940/candice%20milon6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="940" data-original-width="736" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr5fkggSjssMWUtYOP1_yok_1MRGOotkwfL-tVGqbaWEMBzlPw5t7D-qpWZP3HZ1x2KCOR7KnmY1TrDnKiXNKKZWyHeFxh18CeT6zuCh8Pt6WD_ChGiwcecqyk2C1bOh-W1R0RFurGnICUZ75XE_MmNmXbX9IGvDvzHJk_FCSVIhkmkABsOdGLgzI-Yw/w314-h400/candice%20milon6.jpg" width="314" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Hoy la luz es una cáscara de limón sobre el vidrio del aire.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Rinaldo Caddeo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-61541393669659708662022-04-20T16:43:00.000-07:002022-04-20T16:43:34.894-07:00El albaricoque<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJFAqRwv1ouBHxCYIYrmzsRu-BC_v4CYrELLgmrNwXvEcwVv649m8SsnzXC-5J23jHK3ZuvEPsZkDpkg7u6RiCnb-yBOrOkceyUnDFEOEwT6nDz6OSfYADLQXwxJOqd-uYruU5kkJe57Hd3lEIH-InglQrWj4QQDZ3kP77wwignL8RhaesQIITkjzNPQ/s667/michael&%20inessa%20garmash3.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="667" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJFAqRwv1ouBHxCYIYrmzsRu-BC_v4CYrELLgmrNwXvEcwVv649m8SsnzXC-5J23jHK3ZuvEPsZkDpkg7u6RiCnb-yBOrOkceyUnDFEOEwT6nDz6OSfYADLQXwxJOqd-uYruU5kkJe57Hd3lEIH-InglQrWj4QQDZ3kP77wwignL8RhaesQIITkjzNPQ/w400-h360/michael&%20inessa%20garmash3.webp" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Michael & Inessa Garmash</span></div><p><br /></p><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Floreció el joven albaricoque esta mañana,<br />primero y solo en la huerta desnuda.<br />En las tres más altas ramas<br />echó su flor, ligero: en su blancura alada<br />ríe al azul con estupor de infancia.<br />Señor, en nombre<br />de estas primeras flores<br />de tu abril, que abren sus ojos inocentes,<br />entre olor a sangre, ecos de guerra,<br />llanto de pueblos, perdona,<br />¡perdónanos, Señor!<br /><br />Ada Negri</span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><p></p><p><br /></p></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203803342539205694.post-34028978679151761862022-04-17T03:21:00.003-07:002023-04-04T20:42:33.342-07:00Feliz Pascua de Resurrección<p> <br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIME6xZG6gqD4hgGU4W3v4s8RXNv0hVCDBTccgw-63R5BJXy4xfJqFiurnHEugtKJ7Fh0qAlvVJ4K63xUM-iwFppd-QlsoRUBRn8ssoVjDGED4qbkv8XAPRRacdyfxmAwnh1fI20WEF2AWZdKtqht8CVgU-frYAc8VeFvfKqkWc5dY2tgPBXzefq1JaQ/s1200/Juan%20de%20Flandes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="896" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIME6xZG6gqD4hgGU4W3v4s8RXNv0hVCDBTccgw-63R5BJXy4xfJqFiurnHEugtKJ7Fh0qAlvVJ4K63xUM-iwFppd-QlsoRUBRn8ssoVjDGED4qbkv8XAPRRacdyfxmAwnh1fI20WEF2AWZdKtqht8CVgU-frYAc8VeFvfKqkWc5dY2tgPBXzefq1JaQ/w478-h640/Juan%20de%20Flandes.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Noli me tangere. Jun de Flandes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span>"¿Qué significa No me toques? No se pare ahí tu fe; no te quedes clavada en el hombre; </span><span>hay algo superior que no comprendes. Me ves humilde en esta tierra, me tocas y </span><span>permaneces en la tierra. Tócame más alto, cree que soy más excelso, cree en mí como en </span><span>el Hijo o igual al Padre; cuando hayas comprendido que soy igual a él, entonces </span><span>habré ascendido al Padre para ti. Tocar con el corazón: he aquí en qué consiste el creer".</span></span></div></blockquote><div><div style="text-align: right;">San Agustín, <i>Sermones</i></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/OJMlwv6IJIE" title="YouTube video player" width="300"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">Francisco Guerrero - "Maria Magdalena et altera Maria".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">¡Feliz Pascua de Resurrección!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999346082738127839noreply@blogger.com3