tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79864963315847687982024-02-07T19:17:12.883+01:00LOS SILENCIOS QUE HABLANCarmen Cano Duránhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15696983918242010856noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986496331584768798.post-28597307359861158852017-05-23T22:56:00.001+02:002017-05-23T22:56:24.209+02:00Eres de los dioses..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Carmen Cano Duránhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15696983918242010856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986496331584768798.post-25217323852139571582015-09-09T23:43:00.001+02:002015-09-09T23:43:11.418+02:00ABISMO II No temas el turbio embrujo de mis tinieblas.<br />
Ni la hosca oscuridad en mi mente.<br />
Gigantes sombras que nublan mi razón.<br />
Un abismo apoderándose de mi sentido<br />
Y mi sentido de barahúnda envuelto.<br />
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No temas.<br />
Porque esto es el legado luctuoso<br />
de mi delirio.<br />
Sólo es Una solemne estafa de la vida.<br />
Sólo es Un capricho infame de la naturaleza.<br />
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A veces me arropa...<br />
Entonces no me veo.<br />
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Pero no temas.<br />
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Sólo soy una proyección de mí misma...<br />
Idéntica.<br />
Vestigios inconscientes de mi cuerpo.<br />
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Carmen Cano Durán ® ©Carmen Cano Duránhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15696983918242010856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986496331584768798.post-47444594500277331962015-09-09T00:04:00.000+02:002015-09-09T00:04:42.893+02:00CUANDO EL SILENCIO CALLA ( Sin Diálogo ) ( Versión Primera )<br />
Hay un silencio en la madrugada<br />
Que me llama,<br />
Un silencio mortecino<br />
Que ronda la soledad en la que habito<br />
Y habita en mi alma como un suspiro.<br />
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La sombra de la noche<br />
Se vertió en mi cuerpo, apagó el deseo.<br />
Una bruma extraña y fría<br />
Seduce las entrañas de mi aliento.<br />
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La música de este silencio<br />
Es una danza de muerte,<br />
Sin ritmo acompasado, inerte,<br />
Mi corazón va y viene.<br />
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Mi mente parpadea, me avisa,<br />
Busco suplicando los recuerdos,<br />
Refugio inútil,<br />
Y unas huellas que no están,<br />
Que jamás estuvieron.<br />
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Hay un silencio vacío.<br />
Lleno de música desocupada<br />
Cubriendo mi cuerpo enorme y frío.<br />
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Hay una alcoba aislada.<br />
Tan llena de tantas cosas. Tan vacía.<br />
Cuajada de goces usados<br />
Y de júbilos viejos.<br />
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Hay una ventana mirando al campo,<br />
A través de ella<br />
Veo los árboles, la tierra,<br />
Escucho el viento y los últimos pájaros.<br />
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Hay una noche oscura.<br />
Un cielo tan callado.<br />
Y una mirada ausente<br />
Perdida en lo lejano.<br />
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Otra vez el silencio mortecino.<br />
Silencio de músicas abandonado.<br />
Qué frío el cuerpo.<br />
Y cuántos vacíos recuerdos que no fueron.<br />
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<br />Carmen Cano Duránhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15696983918242010856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986496331584768798.post-10647897912375344142015-09-08T01:43:00.001+02:002015-09-09T00:05:34.322+02:00CUANDO EL SILENCIO CALLA - ( Versión Segunda ) QUANDO O SILÊNCIO É SILENCIOSO - Música de Carlos Cano y Mª Dolores Pradera <br />
<b>Há um silêncio na alva</b><br />
<b>Que me chama</b><br />
<b>Um silêncio mortuario</b><br />
<b>Que rodada a solidao na que habito</b><br />
<b>E habita en minha alma</b><br />
<b>Como um sussurro.</b><br />
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<b>A sombra da noite</b><br />
<b>Verteu-se em meu corpo</b><br />
<b>Apagou o desejo</b><br />
<b>Uma bruma estranha e fria</b><br />
<b>Seduze as entranhas de meu alento.</b><br />
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<b>A musica deste silêncio </b><br />
<b>E uma danÇa de morte</b><br />
<b>Sem ritmo acompasado, inerte,</b><br />
<b>Meu corasao vai e vem.</b><br />
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<b>Minha mente pestaneja</b><br />
<b>Procuro suplicando as lembranÇas</b><br />
<b>Abrigo inutil, e uma impressoes</b><br />
<b>Que nao estao</b><br />
<b>Que numca estiveram.</b><br />
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<b>Há um silêncio vazio</b><br />
<b>Cheio de musica desocupada</b><br />
<b>Querendo ocupar un corpo</b><br />
<b>Enorme e frio.</b><br />
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<b>Há uma alcoba isolada</b><br />
<b>Tao enche de tantas coisas, tao vazia, </b><br />
<b>Cheia de goces usados</b><br />
<b>E de júbilos velhos.</b><br />
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<b>Há uma janela olhando ao campo</b><br />
<b>Através dela vejo a terra, a árvores,</b><br />
<b>Escuto o vento e osúltimos pássaros.</b><br />
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<b>Há uma noite escura</b><br />
<b>Um céu tão calado</b><br />
<b>E uma mirada ausente</b><br />
<b>Perdida no remoto.</b><br />
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<b>Outra vez o siléncio mortuario</b><br />
<b>Siléncio de musicas abandonado</b><br />
<b>Qué frio o corpo</b><br />
<b>E quantas vazías lembranÇas</b><br />
<b>Que não foram.</b><br />
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<br />Carmen Cano Duránhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15696983918242010856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986496331584768798.post-1948536775288973032015-09-08T00:54:00.005+02:002015-09-08T00:54:57.247+02:00Chavela Vargas - Cruz de Olvido<a href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/146296687872527206/" target="_blank">https://www.pinterest.com/pin/146296687872527206/</a>Carmen Cano Duránhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15696983918242010856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986496331584768798.post-61186983694939876592015-09-05T23:58:00.001+02:002015-09-05T23:58:56.633+02:00TU HISTORIAMe has regalado una historia<br />
Con una sonrisa escrita,<br />
Con la tinta de tus ojos<br />
Y cierto reposo de tus días.<br />
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Me has regalado la memoria<br />
De una ilusión infinita,<br />
La huella de tus dedos,<br />
El tacto de tus labios,<br />
El adiós de un abrazo.<br />
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Me la regalaste<br />
Mientras la escribías<br />
Eligiendo los detalles<br />
En cada instante,<br />
Durante las jornada,<br />
En las tardes, en mañanas,<br />
En tantos mediodías.<br />
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Algunas noches inventadas<br />
Cuando el silencio cubría tu madrugada.<br />
La historia de tus días<br />
Es ahora mía,<br />
El regalo de tu alegría.<br />
Tu desdicha y tu suerte.<br />
También la melancolía<br />
De tu lejanía.<br />
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<br />Carmen Cano Duránhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15696983918242010856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986496331584768798.post-46253023258209138342015-09-04T23:35:00.001+02:002015-09-04T23:44:19.024+02:00LO TENGO CONMIGO<br />
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Guardo el perfume nervioso<br />
de aquélla tarde de limones.<br />
Mi respiración.<br />
Y la fragancia perdurable<br />
de un agua que eras tú.<br />
Disfruto aún con tus manos,<br />
que me las regalaste<br />
como si fuese una pausada queja.<br />
Y la nobleza de las pinturas<br />
azules,<br />
como el estreno de un horizonte lejano<br />
que jamás llega.<br />
Guardo las palabras tuyas<br />
como si fueran mías.<br />
Y tu sonrisa viaja<br />
desde tan lejos hasta mí.<br />
Recogí la ternura de una caricia<br />
que apenas se caía.<br />
Guardo el perfume<br />
de aquélla tarde de limones.<br />
Tranquilamente y sosegada te guardo a ti.<br />
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Carmen Cano © ®<br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, lucida grande, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15.4559993743896px;">todos y cada uno de nosotros,</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, lucida grande, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15.4559993743896px;">somos un muerto, a veces un esqueleto, </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, lucida grande, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15.4559993743896px;">en los armarios del recuerdo</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, lucida grande, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15.4559993743896px;">que poseen otros tantos cuerpos</span></span><br />
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"Esferas" foto: carmen cano durán ©Carmen Cano Duránhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15696983918242010856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986496331584768798.post-40505836009495346702015-03-16T20:28:00.001+01:002015-03-16T20:28:16.156+01:00Maria Dolores Pradera Procuro olvidarte vídeo ilustrado con Pinturas de E. Hopper<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zw82EbX52Yw?list=PLB2352192ED3023F8" width="459"></iframe>Carmen Cano Duránhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15696983918242010856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986496331584768798.post-77966408691846845572015-03-12T21:14:00.001+01:002015-03-12T21:14:19.915+01:00Malevaje - Sin sentido<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BrmnxLQ3ces" width="459"></iframe>Carmen Cano Duránhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15696983918242010856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7986496331584768798.post-31254896377615240612015-01-04T00:08:00.001+01:002015-09-04T15:27:05.841+02:00CON INTENCIÓN <div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u><b>CON
INTENCIÓN</b></u></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>Y
Perder algún tiempo como lo vamos perdiendo</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>en
devaneos, para calcular con exactitud</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>qué
resquicios, o sombras, o qué intensidades</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>las
que tanto insisten en querer rememorar</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>con
aplastante seguridad - tan inconsciente -,</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>tiempos
difuntos y recuerdos que resucitan</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>o
aquéllos sonidos que quedaron en el alma</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>porque
sin estar muertos los hemos enterrado.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>Esta
es la agonía de un sentimiento encerrado</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>cuando
tiene vida. Llorando en la oscuridad,</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>gritando
silencioso en la subterránea mente.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>Llantos
de terror. Canto roto. Mirada ausente.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>Descubrimos
qué es lo único que nos queda:</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>intentamos
transformar la estridencia sonora</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>en
honores. Poder compartir lo que quedó</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>de
una época. Aceptar lo por venir con tregua.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>Vamos
asomando nuestros ojos a ese tiempo</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span lang=""><b>ya
pasado que tuvo su espacio. </b></span></span><span style="font-family: WP TypographicSymbols;"><span lang=""><b>)</b></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span lang=""><b>
Es un regreso ?.</b></span></span></div>
<div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>Volver.
Sentir melancolías que no entendimos</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>y
escenas cotidianas quebrando ajenos sueños:</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>para
traducir minuciosamente el momento,</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>o
por qué llegan más tarde, circunstancialmente,</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>sin
esperarlo, como un torrente de granizos,</b></span></div>
<div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>aniquilando
con ira lo poco que somos.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span lang=""><b>Perder
tanto tiempo como lo vamos perdiendo?</b></span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span lang=""><b>Qué
somos sino la herencia de nuestro pasado ?</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span lang=""><b>Por
qué ignorar qué fue lo que dejó heridas</b></span></span></div>
<div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>tan
visibles, si aún profundas, viven doliendo ?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>Carmen
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