tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30006521.post-67408144091450766482008-04-01T11:45:00.002-04:002008-04-01T11:55:13.263-04:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N64KN51CvnQ/R_Jai9SuQDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aMMJtgffFR0/s1600-h/snap.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184305677672005682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N64KN51CvnQ/R_Jai9SuQDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aMMJtgffFR0/s400/snap.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>LA VICTORIA</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">Me pusieron contra la pared, manos arriba.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">Me registraron meticulosamente.</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">Sólo hallaron retratos con tus ojos<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">Y una antología con mis versos.</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">Noches sobre la piedra.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">Días tras la alambrada.</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">No saben -nos decían- qué les espera.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">Pero yo lo sabía.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">Tras días piedra meses muro</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">Tú me esperabas a la puerta del cuartel</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">¡Y ésa fue mi victoria!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"><strong>FLORIDOR PEREZ</strong></span></div>GUARIPOLOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17396122699282410253noreply@blogger.com