tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929061.post-1153122699097933552006-07-17T03:19:00.002-04:002008-03-09T01:57:40.427-03:00<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3580/629/1600/2_0_0_6_015_1jpg_1.0.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3580/629/200/2_0_0_6_015_1jpg_1.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3580/629/1600/2_0_0_6_176.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3580/629/200/2_0_0_6_176.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3580/629/1600/2_0_0_6_016_1jpg_1.2.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3580/629/200/2_0_0_6_016_1jpg_1.1.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3580/629/1600/2_0_0_6_020_1jpg_1.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3580/629/200/2_0_0_6_020_1jpg_1.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3580/629/1600/2_0_0_6_018_1.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3580/629/1600/2_0_0_6_018_1.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3580/629/200/2_0_0_6_018_1.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3580/629/1600/j01_1.0.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3580/629/200/j01_1.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">BALADA DE PABLO DE ROKHA<br /><br />Yo canto,canto sin querer,necesariamente,irremediablemente,fatalmente,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">al azar de los sucesos,como quien come,bebe o anda y porque sí;moriría si NO cantase,moriría si NO cantase;el acontecimiento floreal del poema estimula mis nervios sonantes,no puedo hablar,entono,pienso en canciones,no puedo hablar,no puedo hablar;las ruidosas,trascendentales epopeyas me definen,e ignoro el sentido de mi flauta;aprendí a cantar siendo nebulosa,odio,odio las utilitarias,labores,zafias,cuotidianas,prosaicas,y amo la ociosidad ilustre de lo bello;cantar,cantar,cantar..he ahí lo único que sabes,Pablo de Rokha!..</span></div>comunagroovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272396481692091161noreply@blogger.com