tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51487194473292240752011-11-27T20:22:25.767-03:00Mónica D. Pereirasnoreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148719447329224075.post-87562757596425779012009-12-15T22:57:00.004-03:002010-12-04T20:19:37.063-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmKN9QD2-I/AAAAAAAAEMs/gYH-QT67-As/s200/Morelli+2009+250x250.jpg" width="200" /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://actaliteraria.blogspot.com/2009/12/miguel-angel-morelli.html"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">12 Poemas Inéditos</span></span></a></div><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://actaliteraria.blogspot.com/search/label/Morelli"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">1</span></span><br /><br />mi madre creía en dios y hablaba con él en voz alta<br />mientras lavaba la ropa y la colgaba de la soga<br /><br />sentado en un rincón del patio | después de la escuela<br />yo la escuchaba hablar sola y pensaba que mi madre estaba loca<br /><br />¿cómo no iba a pensarlo? | yo tenía apenas doce años<br />la edad del mundo | la edad de todas las verdades de este mundo<br /><br />pero un día llegué y ella no estaba<br />y fue como volver a nacer | aunque del lado de la desesperanza<br /><br />eso pasó hace mucho tiempo, es cierto, pero de tarde en tarde<br />cuando el olvido me acorrala | me siento en el rincón de pensarla<br />y vuelvo a ser entonces ese niño al que la muerte le mordía los labios<br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5148719447329224075&amp;postID=8756275759642577901" name="more"></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">a beatriz piedras</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;"> </span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 180%;"> </span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">2</span></span><br /><br />y me pregunto qué va a ser de mí | con esta lluvia<br />con tanta agua corriendo calle abajo | y esos despojos<br />que van a la deriva | si hoy el mundo es una boca de tormenta<br /><br />hay que llegar | me digo | a la otra orilla<br />mientras trato de recordar cómo era que rezaba<br />aquel hombre que no salía de su casa sin paraguas.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">a liliana guaragno</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5148719447329224075-8756275759642577901?l=analectaliterariaportada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mónica D. Pereirasnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148719447329224075.post-77552012329416891752009-12-15T19:12:00.004-03:002010-12-04T20:46:25.971-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmLCrHHpEI/AAAAAAAAEMw/5wyyvq-lFQk/s1600/Dolores_Etchecopar+2009+250x250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmLCrHHpEI/AAAAAAAAEMw/5wyyvq-lFQk/s200/Dolores_Etchecopar+2009+250x250.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://actaliteraria.blogspot.com/search/label/Etchecopar"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">22 Poemas</span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. EL SACRIFICIO</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ella murió</div><div style="text-align: left;">pero pudieron salvar</div><div style="text-align: left;">el primer resplandor del océano</div><div style="text-align: left;">que se abría en el iris de sus ojos</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5148719447329224075&amp;postID=7755201232941689175" name="more"></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. DONDE ESTUVIERON SENTADAS LA DAMA Y SU PIEDRA</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Asómese y alguien la salvará de la nieve de los</div><div style="text-align: left;">cuentos. Traiga sus profecías y sus ollas y la música</div><div style="text-align: left;">que ama porque toda música es imperfecta como</div><div style="text-align: left;">la máxima felicidad. Asómese aunque en la foto</div><div style="text-align: left;">no se noten sus uñas de oro ni su pequeño vestido</div><div style="text-align: left;">sucio como el agua de los bosques. Usted entró</div><div style="text-align: left;">en la casa de Barba Azul, pero allí Usted no fue</div><div style="text-align: left;">degollada. En su lugar murieron: la Dama y su</div><div style="text-align: left;">Piedra, la mujer que baja del ascensor, la mujer</div><div style="text-align: left;">que siempre sale en las fotos y la Otra, cuyo</div><div style="text-align: left;">nombre pudo ser Corsaria, pero en realidad se</div><div style="text-align: left;">llama la Mujer Muerta y Brillante a quien se le</div><div style="text-align: left;">confía la música de los prados para que hable</div><div style="text-align: left;">de su primera infancia.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Usted es una excepción. Usted se acerca a las</div><div style="text-align: left;">inmensas flores del verano porque ellas empujan</div><div style="text-align: left;">una balsa llena de luz y de muerte. Es Usted</div><div style="text-align: left;">una persona tímida y fértil. Hay hombres que</div><div style="text-align: left;">quieren besarla. También hay un vaso lleno de agua</div><div style="text-align: left;">y silencios que aterciopelan y el ruido mágico</div><div style="text-align: left;">de las naranjas cuando caen y abren un tajo</div><div style="text-align: left;">violeta en la hierba. Usted recita en alta mar.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Teje y desteje su sepulcro. Habla y deshabla.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Cuello volcado. Ama y desama. Galope verde</div><div style="text-align: left;">hasta sus ojos. Llovizna donde desaparece su carne</div><div style="text-align: left;">más lenta. Vientre de bandadas. Rosa sísmica</div><div style="text-align: left;">que atraviesa ?a piedra del sepulcro.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Asome su ojo cerrado en los bosques. Su color a</div><div style="text-align: left;">pasto brillante del abismo. Vendrá el que la</div><div style="text-align: left;">mantiene unida a caballo con las hojas y el sitio</div><div style="text-align: left;">de su cadera que hace fuego con la noche. Vendrá.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Carne tatuada en el silencio arisco de la pradera.</div><div style="text-align: left;">No vendrá. Nodriza-Aullido-Áspera-Alegría-Útero.</div><div style="text-align: left;">En su tobillo gira un río de plumas negras y el vidrio</div><div style="text-align: left;">del crepúsculo va cayendo adentro de un pozo. El</div><div style="text-align: left;">cielo se frota en los árboles hasta prenderse fuego.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Los pies de la Nodriza están clavados a una tabla.</div><div style="text-align: left;">En su cadera de oxígeno la luz hunde una rodilla</div><div style="text-align: left;">negra. Su cabellera es otra pierna de la noche.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Usted es un niño y teme que en la oscuridad se</div><div style="text-align: left;">le muera de golpe todo el pasto en la boca.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Entonces ella entra en la muerte con su vestido</div><div style="text-align: left;">de cañas y una raya de oro huye por el muro</div><div style="text-align: left;">cuando sus grandes brazos traban la noche. Usted</div><div style="text-align: left;">tiene la palidez y la lengua y todo su pelo clavado</div><div style="text-align: left;">en el mar. En la ciudad electrocutan a un pájaro</div><div style="text-align: left;">diminuto y se llevan los huesos de la hierba por</div><div style="text-align: left;">un túnel. Los muertos despeñan a la luna por una</div><div style="text-align: left;">zanja. Luego el sacerdote trae cuchillos para mirar</div><div style="text-align: left;">la nieve, sólo para mirar la nieve. Pero la nieve</div><div style="text-align: left;">hace miles de años que no cae más que en los</div><div style="text-align: left;">ojos de los niños. Únicamente ellos pasan por</div><div style="text-align: left;">el gran vidrio roto.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ENTONCES ALGO VUELVE A SUCEDER</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Fin de la Boda</div><div style="text-align: left;">Fin del Silencio</div><div style="text-align: left;">Fin del Sepulcro</div><div style="text-align: left;">Fin Fin Fin</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://actaliteraria.blogspot.com/2009/12/dolores-etchecopar-22-poemas-segunda.html"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5148719447329224075-7755201232941689175?l=analectaliterariaportada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mónica D. Pereirasnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148719447329224075.post-15566141868257781592009-12-15T16:32:00.008-03:002010-12-04T02:59:30.672-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPnYKa3PKVI/AAAAAAAAENI/Aa-1sOXCvA0/s1600/Alfredo+Bufano+180x180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPnYKa3PKVI/AAAAAAAAENI/Aa-1sOXCvA0/s200/Alfredo+Bufano+180x180.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>40 Poemas</b></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nota biobibliográfica</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">y Selección de Textos</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">María Inés López </span></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5148719447329224075-1556614186825778159?l=analectaliterariaportada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mónica D. Pereirasnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148719447329224075.post-12926741797538209762009-12-15T00:25:00.000-03:002010-12-03T21:01:50.298-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmEtrxku3I/AAAAAAAAEMg/3zRiCdmg6iA/s1600/Tejada+G%25C3%25B3mez+230x230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmEtrxku3I/AAAAAAAAEMg/3zRiCdmg6iA/s200/Tejada+G%25C3%25B3mez+230x230.jpg" width="200" /></a><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">21 Poemas</span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nota Biobibliográfica&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">y Selección de Textos</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">María Inés López</span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://actaliteraria.blogspot.com/2009/12/armando-tejada-gomez.html">Leer Más</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5148719447329224075-1292674179753820976?l=analectaliterariaportada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mónica D. Pereirasnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148719447329224075.post-5499194956439268042009-12-06T03:11:00.000-03:002010-12-03T21:07:18.520-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmGFdU9KLI/AAAAAAAAEMk/PO3PNwWqXvg/s1600/Mu%25C3%25B1oz+Soler+250x250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmGFdU9KLI/AAAAAAAAEMk/PO3PNwWqXvg/s200/Mu%25C3%25B1oz+Soler+250x250.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">17 Poemas</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://actaliteraria.blogspot.com/2009/12/francisco-jesus-munoz-soler.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leer Más</span></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5148719447329224075-549919495643926804?l=analectaliterariaportada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mónica D. Pereirasnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148719447329224075.post-2847511188091704522009-12-06T03:00:00.000-03:002010-12-03T21:21:03.734-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmJQv7gPOI/AAAAAAAAEMo/68OZwSVanmc/s1600/Santiago+Sylvester+350x350.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmJQv7gPOI/AAAAAAAAEMo/68OZwSVanmc/s200/Santiago+Sylvester+350x350.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> 16 Poemas</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://actaliteraria.blogspot.com/2009/12/santiago-sylvester.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leer Más</span></a></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmJQv7gPOI/AAAAAAAAEMo/68OZwSVanmc/s1600/Santiago+Sylvester+350x350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5148719447329224075-284751118809170452?l=analectaliterariaportada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mónica D. Pereirasnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148719447329224075.post-5926194741107983922009-12-06T02:57:00.000-03:002010-12-03T21:38:03.435-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmNIIeNGiI/AAAAAAAAEM4/_9H4l4dDBSE/s1600/Antonio+Jim%25C3%25A9nez+Paz350x350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmNIIeNGiI/AAAAAAAAEM4/_9H4l4dDBSE/s200/Antonio+Jim%25C3%25A9nez+Paz350x350.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">26 Poemas</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://actaliteraria.blogspot.com/2009/12/antonio-jimenez-paz.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leer Más</span></a></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5148719447329224075-592619474110798392?l=analectaliterariaportada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mónica D. Pereirasnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148719447329224075.post-4778502947624471932009-12-06T02:50:00.001-03:002010-12-03T21:48:35.007-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmPylqz7dI/AAAAAAAAEM8/Kv7UBO9eUiU/s1600/H%25C3%25A9ctor+Berenguer+1_450x450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmPylqz7dI/AAAAAAAAEM8/Kv7UBO9eUiU/s200/H%25C3%25A9ctor+Berenguer+1_450x450.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">8 Poemas</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://actaliteraria.blogspot.com/2009/12/hector-berenguer.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leer Más</span></a></span><br /><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5148719447329224075-477850294762447193?l=analectaliterariaportada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mónica D. Pereirasnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148719447329224075.post-15858662551882286952009-11-19T17:18:00.000-03:002010-12-03T21:55:38.581-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmRS4KTkJI/AAAAAAAAENA/eSkG6jvLGt4/s1600/Poderti+400x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmRS4KTkJI/AAAAAAAAENA/eSkG6jvLGt4/s200/Poderti+400x400.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Internet:</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">El Continente</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://actaliteraria.blogspot.com/2009/11/alicia-poderti.html" style="font-weight: bold;">Leer Más</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5148719447329224075-1585866255188228695?l=analectaliterariaportada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mónica D. Pereirasnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148719447329224075.post-12369527102816904642009-11-17T23:22:00.000-03:002010-12-03T22:01:31.931-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmSqC2yn6I/AAAAAAAAENE/ZATBXgH9YhM/s1600/Petrocelli+250x250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/TPmSqC2yn6I/AAAAAAAAENE/ZATBXgH9YhM/s200/Petrocelli+250x250.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">4 Poemas Inéditos</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small; font-weight: bold;">Exclusivo para&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Analecta Literaria</span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://actaliteraria.blogspot.com/2009/11/ariel-petrocelli.html">Leer Más</a></b></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5148719447329224075-1236952710281690464?l=analectaliterariaportada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mónica D. Pereirasnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148719447329224075.post-39051845648285471312009-11-17T23:16:00.001-03:002010-12-04T19:05:23.378-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/SwNZ25bdJwI/AAAAAAAACEI/mI8puzyrNc8/s1600/Imagen+12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405262777438512898" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B86Dv23gQsg/SwNZ25bdJwI/AAAAAAAACEI/mI8puzyrNc8/s320/Imagen+12.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 457px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 370px;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">10 Poemas Inéditos</span><br /><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://actaliteraria.blogspot.com/2009/11/jeronimo-alayon-gomez.html">Leer Más</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5148719447329224075-3905184564828547131?l=analectaliterariaportada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mónica D. 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