tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84549564288239289342024-03-26T23:36:50.762-07:00Paraules al volEts en un espai on les paraules suren, volen de manera entremaliada i s'abracen per fer-te sentir alguna cosa.
Ester Masip
Paraules al vol. Un Blog de poesia comentada. E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-76175588984504352792024-01-18T10:17:00.000-08:002024-01-18T10:34:42.431-08:00Just al marc de la portaLa foto de Peter Zelei, em va evocar de seguida la decisió segura que pren una persona en un moment donat.<div>La veritat és que la cita de Zygmunt Bauman que acompanyava la foto, tot això extret de la pàgina d'Instagram <span style="color: #2b00fe;">@literlandweb</span>, anava en un altre sentit molt diferent del meu poema. El fet és, però, que he dut a la pràctica el fer un poema basat en una imatge segons els sentits que em desperta.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxXpZg3nlwaoQDsRGgsxEJF1CGoctDC79sv6OCZeyx_Uy5ixnqqmTWdNYp7YmY-7d2cYLMgSFWhfEA3VVoRDf9Ujoyy3jy6DqM12WKPNqjtDeUB_BOf-9L6fKkRWzpA7EsmAMw2qSl9eJ-kJamXiVMmpUwAg2RisXrXxjBn_cBArMxdGet9qM4y2IoQU/s1080/Screenshot_20240118_002315_Instagram.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1065" data-original-width="1080" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxXpZg3nlwaoQDsRGgsxEJF1CGoctDC79sv6OCZeyx_Uy5ixnqqmTWdNYp7YmY-7d2cYLMgSFWhfEA3VVoRDf9Ujoyy3jy6DqM12WKPNqjtDeUB_BOf-9L6fKkRWzpA7EsmAMw2qSl9eJ-kJamXiVMmpUwAg2RisXrXxjBn_cBArMxdGet9qM4y2IoQU/w320-h317/Screenshot_20240118_002315_Instagram.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Foto: Peter Zelei</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Just al marc de la porta</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">No em veu res ni ningú.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">No em veu la por ni jo a ella.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">No em veu la pols dels rajos de llum.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Les portes obertes ho seran si vull</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">i tampoc no em veuen.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Ha estat una passa lateral i decidida</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">a ser sustentada únicament per mi;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">no confio en la cadira corcada,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">com corcada és l’atmosfera hostil</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">que m’ha ofegat la veu.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">A poc a poc alçaré els peus i la mirada</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">i sortiré per la porta que ningú no veu</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">i que he conjugat dins del verb voler.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span>Ester Masip F. <br /></span><span><span><span>(</span></span></span><span>©</span><span> </span><span>del poema escrit) </span></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div></div>Paraules al vol. 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E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-88747844761999209792023-10-15T08:05:00.000-07:002023-10-15T08:05:13.606-07:00Y ahora<p>I em demanes que siguem amics? i m'animes a continuar? i vols que jo sigui jo? </p><p>Un poema robat del desamor d'algú.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FjyPhCGHDmfZZ1-4ojn1FY19NCMhbsPkwyiVbHzJ1rUeOY4T_U3HIK8neGM8MFHxWq6LZuPpw-rhoq1bIf2_1m_Z0EvUWepjZ1cycoXNNkB7M9xcPKPjqgMZl2f6g7aeCPRNwf6VppSEKYtmbnzGxOTxe9geIF90lAWkZl92kYMaDNw8Prv2TFYnpr0/s850/Y%20ahora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FjyPhCGHDmfZZ1-4ojn1FY19NCMhbsPkwyiVbHzJ1rUeOY4T_U3HIK8neGM8MFHxWq6LZuPpw-rhoq1bIf2_1m_Z0EvUWepjZ1cycoXNNkB7M9xcPKPjqgMZl2f6g7aeCPRNwf6VppSEKYtmbnzGxOTxe9geIF90lAWkZl92kYMaDNw8Prv2TFYnpr0/s16000/Y%20ahora.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Paraules al vol. 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E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-89029732776743429062023-09-18T11:50:00.003-07:002023-09-18T11:50:34.792-07:00Grills en zel<p> Cri, cri, cri, cri, cri...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmhgzr7vKyCgWfkt7L7t6hGqfYmqG3J-oxr2te8VQsJPFCWT3QtPMaLpytPKZn7b7yJSYJ3bqFryEoOuUNcDR4YbwhhrP0QBt4fledJjyRFaFBG3DRgdivTGn7KJkrhB5JcMJJzL7-f2RTlKg4y2mI7-iUZMpaXPeqVI1Lw9937Nj9eITB0sNfMXD8kfs/s541/Grills%20en%20zel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="492" data-original-width="541" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmhgzr7vKyCgWfkt7L7t6hGqfYmqG3J-oxr2te8VQsJPFCWT3QtPMaLpytPKZn7b7yJSYJ3bqFryEoOuUNcDR4YbwhhrP0QBt4fledJjyRFaFBG3DRgdivTGn7KJkrhB5JcMJJzL7-f2RTlKg4y2mI7-iUZMpaXPeqVI1Lw9937Nj9eITB0sNfMXD8kfs/s16000/Grills%20en%20zel.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Paraules al vol. 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E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-82158220710245704682023-09-18T11:37:00.003-07:002023-09-18T11:37:57.477-07:00Més enllà de la pell<p> Més enllà vol dir més endins, perquè el més enllà em sembla el més difícil de delimitar.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwwKdPBPSjCaTeozcgTAv6GfBCxrXQfwWZx1Uunu_KRBV_VnnIRTXszU5ybgEhztnYux8rRXgxy9SLXlu6NBKAaLM6SRA7Yn0Jqy48vRx0iU_hZgQ3AcIj9RZYNt_-h-ovs12azUu-mTmFKGaM6tf3bzZCppazoi3MjfKplk4fbL5cP06C5iXWwcpoZg/s685/M%C3%A9s%20enll%C3%A0%20de%20la%20pell_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwwKdPBPSjCaTeozcgTAv6GfBCxrXQfwWZx1Uunu_KRBV_VnnIRTXszU5ybgEhztnYux8rRXgxy9SLXlu6NBKAaLM6SRA7Yn0Jqy48vRx0iU_hZgQ3AcIj9RZYNt_-h-ovs12azUu-mTmFKGaM6tf3bzZCppazoi3MjfKplk4fbL5cP06C5iXWwcpoZg/s16000/M%C3%A9s%20enll%C3%A0%20de%20la%20pell_.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Paraules al vol. Un Blog de poesia comentada. E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-51188963145855106202023-08-02T10:39:00.004-07:002023-08-02T11:24:00.346-07:00EL PEU A L'AIGUA<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26rzWlNaoc22GYvyRzOEJDdDOwcZBiPkHEYaV80n7Wq6rz5jTDXUfDs9z7l2-UnRKO-PyB6wrmSr_QVcfDnsOUUOyYZE54owO-mwFVY2MJqOQEN_xBZSXh5tBCK7TbeYOovX_lxtr7_mfVw67Qn0omfWxm7If9umlZGJ6stA6Su8GV62tKUdW9GMESEY/s394/imatge.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="394" data-original-width="319" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26rzWlNaoc22GYvyRzOEJDdDOwcZBiPkHEYaV80n7Wq6rz5jTDXUfDs9z7l2-UnRKO-PyB6wrmSr_QVcfDnsOUUOyYZE54owO-mwFVY2MJqOQEN_xBZSXh5tBCK7TbeYOovX_lxtr7_mfVw67Qn0omfWxm7If9umlZGJ6stA6Su8GV62tKUdW9GMESEY/w171-h211/imatge.jpg" width="171" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><p><span style="font-family: arial;">De la primera tarda de piscina d'aquest estiu, i en posar el peu a l'aigua per comprovar si està massa freda, si no ho està, si hi entro, si no hi entro, en surt aquest poema. I és que ens passem la vida provant, sent valents per un moment intentant tantes coses...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I després del peu, va venint sempre la resta.</span></p></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">El peu a l’aigua<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">Fa anys que poso el peu a l’aigua,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">i seguit del peu, les passes segures<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">fetes un ball de revolades airoses<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">que perfectament adornarien la meva cançó.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">I seguit del peu, el pensament precís,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">que buit d’alguns dubtes m’allibera de pes<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">i em fa arriscada i ufana d’alejar a més alçada.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">I seguit del peu, el cor curat,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">que n’ha après de tant bategar i escoltar<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">i de tantes llàgrimes que ha drenat pels ventricles.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">I seguit del peu, el costum plàcid,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">que engrana sense olis ni carburants les hores i els segles<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">i les nits d’escuma densa on somniar.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">I seguit del peu, la hibernació del meu soroll,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">que crida sense cordes vocals per enaltir el silenci<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">i desfà insinuacions amotinades en senyal de protesta.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">I seguit del peu, hi ets tu,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">que vas posar la punta del peu a l’aigua reculant uns segons,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""Bahnschrift Light", sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">que vas posar el peu a l’aigua encreuant dos dits de la mà,</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;"></span><span face=""Bahnschrift Light", sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">que vas posar-te a l’aigua,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">que ho vas nedar tot i encara nedes,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">i jo, que nedo també encara,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">i poso el peu a l’aigua tots els dies del món.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">I tots els dies del món, ens mullarem<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">i ens eixugarem els porus endebades<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">i el moll de l’os sempre estarà moll,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">i molla restarà l’aigua que tastarem<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">amb el peu, amb el cap i amb el cor.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 106.2pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 17.12px;">©Ester Masip F.</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>Imatge: pixabay</p><p><br /></p>Paraules al vol. 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E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-60254667348484734552023-08-02T10:16:00.000-07:002023-08-02T10:16:14.731-07:00NO TINC POEMA<p> El no tenir res, de vegades, també inspira ;-)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEHbgqfs2Ns6BY08LqaDWzRTTG1BIsqaAjlmata3k77uikncAopyL7ekK_HqWI6HrkodlymfF6MIVq1dlSouJlqJrRHBzCRWd1N8S6cnHgkJ7N87gIME6jMudmYt8uAGqcW-6_r9h9pH0sG4cBGUJBCPLb041RIt2b5JonFAq7kweyyWK1Gnz41h_mpAE/s685/No%20tinc%20poema.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="568" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEHbgqfs2Ns6BY08LqaDWzRTTG1BIsqaAjlmata3k77uikncAopyL7ekK_HqWI6HrkodlymfF6MIVq1dlSouJlqJrRHBzCRWd1N8S6cnHgkJ7N87gIME6jMudmYt8uAGqcW-6_r9h9pH0sG4cBGUJBCPLb041RIt2b5JonFAq7kweyyWK1Gnz41h_mpAE/s16000/No%20tinc%20poema.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Paraules al vol. Un Blog de poesia comentada. E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-21037439659919269622023-08-02T10:12:00.001-07:002023-08-02T10:12:47.145-07:00TU I JO, DE FET<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">El que va ser indivisible i es va dividir, sempre serà. Sempre seran.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0LsK89iQNv1craH2JWV4KwaYHqPmf3EOxj4VtDnKgw7nOWa9I5Z0n7y5cI-23F3LKVY-a4Cm1cj--6EP1GPRvJQdKBDifH22wFlMtwpfpefaiUOP2S512ccGMc32h4JpwAdtbeNDO3I6E7MCx30my9kejdBYgY3_GiFLg8XSpAj1F_6NYNid-ybk1t5g/s814/Tu%20i%20jo,%20de%20fet%20_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="814" data-original-width="574" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0LsK89iQNv1craH2JWV4KwaYHqPmf3EOxj4VtDnKgw7nOWa9I5Z0n7y5cI-23F3LKVY-a4Cm1cj--6EP1GPRvJQdKBDifH22wFlMtwpfpefaiUOP2S512ccGMc32h4JpwAdtbeNDO3I6E7MCx30my9kejdBYgY3_GiFLg8XSpAj1F_6NYNid-ybk1t5g/s16000/Tu%20i%20jo,%20de%20fet%20_.jpg" /></a></div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><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;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Paraules al vol. Un Blog de poesia comentada. E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-63160467265412106242023-07-30T13:54:00.002-07:002023-07-30T13:54:47.456-07:00PORTSUn poema al voltant dels qui cerquen una vida millor. De vegades s'hi arriba, d'altres no.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHMXtSsl7MsubVYuWHUc5GtfEZr2e1RxOuopEFH86M3-ILISHEI4E-KGjjirADLjztz-WpEmRA5RNHBebRDV-jtKyaPWD2Sm1l6Ng03ez2T2u1ZNLIQvVEkDCKcNR0LyKqAm00tZjh5SgAqvdcExXkIgw0-odxThPQoPEN22Rc6AReXfnA142DDU_z6M/s709/Ports.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="661" data-original-width="709" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHMXtSsl7MsubVYuWHUc5GtfEZr2e1RxOuopEFH86M3-ILISHEI4E-KGjjirADLjztz-WpEmRA5RNHBebRDV-jtKyaPWD2Sm1l6Ng03ez2T2u1ZNLIQvVEkDCKcNR0LyKqAm00tZjh5SgAqvdcExXkIgw0-odxThPQoPEN22Rc6AReXfnA142DDU_z6M/s16000/Ports.jpg" /></a></div><br />Paraules al vol. Un Blog de poesia comentada. E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-79303187855452750542023-07-29T07:22:00.003-07:002023-07-29T07:25:18.353-07:00LA NADA Y EL OLVIDO<p style="text-align: justify;">Descripcions de diferents elements que es troben en una situació que evoquen el RES o L'OBLIT més absolut, sense un final feliç per a elles, i com aquest fet ens suggereix decadència.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8h-O7d8xYjk5z-VI4UyAJ1eER448I3bFhyOjOvZoRNN0rQoOVHuuwuizgYdr0p_XcERBLtdVG1QV6LV9G4t2MYoEYR7kQWvTaJ86m-AkIf3yEq1D15-7M86pNc5MDlzfcWsxiGmcq6gNhZ2KTed1mgDpTq4VAuWc7x-jebgZk4Ezguu0UB5kzODk1y3I/s829/LA%20NADA%20Y%20EL%20OLVIDO.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="829" data-original-width="553" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8h-O7d8xYjk5z-VI4UyAJ1eER448I3bFhyOjOvZoRNN0rQoOVHuuwuizgYdr0p_XcERBLtdVG1QV6LV9G4t2MYoEYR7kQWvTaJ86m-AkIf3yEq1D15-7M86pNc5MDlzfcWsxiGmcq6gNhZ2KTed1mgDpTq4VAuWc7x-jebgZk4Ezguu0UB5kzODk1y3I/s16000/LA%20NADA%20Y%20EL%20OLVIDO.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Paraules al vol. 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E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-29222962799537471622023-07-29T07:18:00.000-07:002023-07-29T07:18:36.384-07:00DETALLS OCULTS<p> D'allò quasi imperceptible, i més imperceptible per un mateix, en pot nàixer poesia.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4VQz7q_skMRJrvcrAFde2DryZ6ef8kk8IeT58AuWP-WwvyNDlUOopXOl5jtj_ASURkMM1Q-2PBh948qPoWQtDJfWIV8Bi1tUEEkhMk9r-AkNoMOZNTUZJYLxjyoJhwIa2sBQ9qjuPIzZlOlDmaRtkiHv7bmiGVlWdo0wamMjp9dG5Oq9VHhgwwHFivSQ/s831/Detalls%20ocults_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="831" data-original-width="627" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4VQz7q_skMRJrvcrAFde2DryZ6ef8kk8IeT58AuWP-WwvyNDlUOopXOl5jtj_ASURkMM1Q-2PBh948qPoWQtDJfWIV8Bi1tUEEkhMk9r-AkNoMOZNTUZJYLxjyoJhwIa2sBQ9qjuPIzZlOlDmaRtkiHv7bmiGVlWdo0wamMjp9dG5Oq9VHhgwwHFivSQ/s16000/Detalls%20ocults_.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Paraules al vol. 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E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-53983620645939067852023-07-29T07:15:00.003-07:002023-07-29T07:15:50.148-07:00La mort del laberint<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #444444;">Llegint el poemari "La llum subterrània" de Xavier Mas Craviotto, </span><span><span style="color: #444444;">premi Ausiàs March de Gandia 2022, ha nascut aquesta inspiració, sobre la fi d'una era, d'una terra, d'un tot, i la necessitat immediata de renéixer de qui l'habita.</span></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkUO0tw4EobiKgzhUmY1j0_LDsxahQCFyBQoW4DXNYCAukpOH72rrKHhMRHj2glUE2Aq65jnWUJXKWs5V4nU7J5t2LmJoY3K7bHphA4bUfruUIileshYUAymch-LQuxLPe7CzXzN8dgJQ3-TuMYZtSBelGw_PKaIRlUaa0wRJ95B9Eadwv0tvVg6YSpIg/s841/I%20OK%20OK%20OK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="841" data-original-width="822" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkUO0tw4EobiKgzhUmY1j0_LDsxahQCFyBQoW4DXNYCAukpOH72rrKHhMRHj2glUE2Aq65jnWUJXKWs5V4nU7J5t2LmJoY3K7bHphA4bUfruUIileshYUAymch-LQuxLPe7CzXzN8dgJQ3-TuMYZtSBelGw_PKaIRlUaa0wRJ95B9Eadwv0tvVg6YSpIg/s16000/I%20OK%20OK%20OK.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTzk7YqJwFI5O6NzWLka26XN07V_bw8igpoBHA10R_vI5rq3aQgtwYXQ0FZ7CRtxlji_6JJax63BQ0Tvk6jEQvDBLlXcoslfZxeuvC362Os_FYKjCb0DkPX7lR4oltW18Jyfxvjc0hQVVjJ2dzZNoW27E-v2KbLdY3ngialwRs8cZAk-fbOpLbmGPR6Q/s832/II.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="832" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTzk7YqJwFI5O6NzWLka26XN07V_bw8igpoBHA10R_vI5rq3aQgtwYXQ0FZ7CRtxlji_6JJax63BQ0Tvk6jEQvDBLlXcoslfZxeuvC362Os_FYKjCb0DkPX7lR4oltW18Jyfxvjc0hQVVjJ2dzZNoW27E-v2KbLdY3ngialwRs8cZAk-fbOpLbmGPR6Q/s16000/II.jpg" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #262626; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></span></p><br />Paraules al vol. Un Blog de poesia comentada. E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-40470116369392259612023-05-04T15:53:00.002-07:002023-05-04T15:53:50.057-07:00No és cap hora<p style="text-align: justify;">Guardo al cor expressions precioses de la meva padrina, que duraran més que els 98 anys que va viure. Ella les deia en un sentit molt clar i jo les continuo dient igual, però de tant en tant em prenc la llicència poètica d'explotar-les com em ve de gust, amb el seu permís que de segur tinc.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Mai és tard, cert, però a la vegada sempre ho és i lluitem contra això. De vegades vull creure que no és cap hora.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyD0rvUTOjd_trY02GlJhequDvnXz8WMzunRgvV0WFU1TIuv1Kc0I50-VFOUj5gI0OBU0sZdWN3d_PSK2cWyxflJrscknfq_YghzvUq-uRdQ6uVRwKO9is85LC7UAlFMskLCcCvl53DGge6URYeRKAmaowz2Pn9PjjAjkMEDuypdR3EBIu6FvKMCCB/s748/No%20%C3%A9s%20cap%20hora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="748" data-original-width="571" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyD0rvUTOjd_trY02GlJhequDvnXz8WMzunRgvV0WFU1TIuv1Kc0I50-VFOUj5gI0OBU0sZdWN3d_PSK2cWyxflJrscknfq_YghzvUq-uRdQ6uVRwKO9is85LC7UAlFMskLCcCvl53DGge6URYeRKAmaowz2Pn9PjjAjkMEDuypdR3EBIu6FvKMCCB/s16000/No%20%C3%A9s%20cap%20hora.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Paraules al vol. Un Blog de poesia comentada. E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-18901912458519824462023-03-11T08:52:00.000-08:002023-03-11T08:52:01.132-08:00Trinxeres<span style="font-family: "Open Sans", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Les cuirasses, els escuts i les defenses amb què ens equipem, quan ens ha patit el cor, ben bé ens posen en situació d'aguait des de la barrera; des de les trinxeres.</span><div><span style="font-family: "Open Sans", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwRTvMze8biJ2Y0gGGzzM9Hdagz0wKLLvMcx7_EBcq1cjzgok4M28oa14J-oVTfZ8vxYGTaPe8-TCIZUxhhEdNApL03s7WqVwYyu6x5RlV_SA4mudcJFjonmSbolviWn9RmwD1_5-_4Gi5f5dY3NRqQYxmMHXnGcfNmNaoBHKcrgt_J80FN2iCzU5y/s713/Trinxeres.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="713" data-original-width="625" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwRTvMze8biJ2Y0gGGzzM9Hdagz0wKLLvMcx7_EBcq1cjzgok4M28oa14J-oVTfZ8vxYGTaPe8-TCIZUxhhEdNApL03s7WqVwYyu6x5RlV_SA4mudcJFjonmSbolviWn9RmwD1_5-_4Gi5f5dY3NRqQYxmMHXnGcfNmNaoBHKcrgt_J80FN2iCzU5y/s16000/Trinxeres.JPG" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Open Sans", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Imatge: Trinxeres de la Punta del Duc ( pròpia )</span></div>Paraules al vol. 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E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-73310379877106172942023-01-31T09:20:00.006-08:002023-02-01T10:20:31.374-08:00Entossudits<p>Quan el forat és massa gran i no es tanca, ni es fa res per tancar-lo. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX6TvzGC1M3CWeIovrb0RxcUY5hW9hwnCkgkaSZg1WEzVcDBNBRQhh-QZ_a0Qfgnq5iYBGo7xYQ_2TFjwqxf3SqX6ymxWQ1f-1xnd5bfIhFqNJhjPSG4raeVZoadMHhkM1ZRbC72KdxTm_T6uJuYT-WLGY1VUJ27bLrVXs2XbkI7pUG8Qj2qGqBXT3/s711/Entossudits.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="711" data-original-width="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX6TvzGC1M3CWeIovrb0RxcUY5hW9hwnCkgkaSZg1WEzVcDBNBRQhh-QZ_a0Qfgnq5iYBGo7xYQ_2TFjwqxf3SqX6ymxWQ1f-1xnd5bfIhFqNJhjPSG4raeVZoadMHhkM1ZRbC72KdxTm_T6uJuYT-WLGY1VUJ27bLrVXs2XbkI7pUG8Qj2qGqBXT3/s16000/Entossudits.JPG" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Paraules al vol. 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E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-72577840356802984262023-01-31T09:15:00.004-08:002023-03-05T08:47:01.950-08:00Viatge al fons del mar<p>Arran d'un somni en la nit, naix aquest poema sobre les vides perdudes al mar. </p><p>Entre somni i realitat, he fet un viatge fins a les profunditats.</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJxS4xNMf57ZpRQY3SBlMoFzpAlT1T7IeENks9jjJhGodICO5pVGU-l5JQ1h9bvosc7i0mGB0DpYb6vFhKUqys8k8raE--CykhFmw0XGDiqLCHYpptuunUuPVWCxPD7bYQ_cYUzPRRKxMMJyhY4COdjO0FiJQk8KtpmVNz_xQexZo32cZ7Yxc290X/s842/Viatge%20al%20fons%20del%20mar%20ok%20ok%20foto.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="842" data-original-width="597" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJxS4xNMf57ZpRQY3SBlMoFzpAlT1T7IeENks9jjJhGodICO5pVGU-l5JQ1h9bvosc7i0mGB0DpYb6vFhKUqys8k8raE--CykhFmw0XGDiqLCHYpptuunUuPVWCxPD7bYQ_cYUzPRRKxMMJyhY4COdjO0FiJQk8KtpmVNz_xQexZo32cZ7Yxc290X/s16000/Viatge%20al%20fons%20del%20mar%20ok%20ok%20foto.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p> Imatge: pixabay</p>Paraules al vol. Un Blog de poesia comentada. E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-61988320962727026292023-01-03T15:22:00.002-08:002023-01-14T11:28:50.022-08:00Percepcions<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">De vegades, o molt sovint, notem, albirem, sentim, intuïm coses que per altres no són res. Aquestes coses ens donen la vida per un moment. N'hi ha d'altres que ens inquieten, ens fereixen, però ara no parlem d'aquestes. Parlem de les bones percepcions que ens acaronen el cor i la ment.</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/AVvXsEgwd7S4l_PPTYwVhDGWFk3IM5FYPeM3ogLWw9PgJVBpz22e7dYMEO4afo54YSOAfFGw9Jio4D9xTUiak50pUfD7qAvyzCbC69GYLRYEJPYnkn4wZeyiasFXwnwlU2YgiH3SGYujTZQd5VNMJJGklrsFrGN28GM6eJS8f18nc1f1C_Oti9-j43VqRvFC/s649/Captura_ok.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="649" data-original-width="578" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwd7S4l_PPTYwVhDGWFk3IM5FYPeM3ogLWw9PgJVBpz22e7dYMEO4afo54YSOAfFGw9Jio4D9xTUiak50pUfD7qAvyzCbC69GYLRYEJPYnkn4wZeyiasFXwnwlU2YgiH3SGYujTZQd5VNMJJGklrsFrGN28GM6eJS8f18nc1f1C_Oti9-j43VqRvFC/s16000/Captura_ok.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Paraules al vol. 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E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-59752540407886788662022-12-24T09:35:00.003-08:002023-03-05T07:34:00.823-08:00Desembre<p style="text-align: justify;">Podríem dir que és el contra poema de Nadal... sense voler ser un "contra el Nadal"...</p><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/AVvXsEiPmIimwde49LwthNrueGyfnu0tr8HjRonld6SG7lXGpph3U37QzxN8gpAMTM4MQiaDZCGvtd26iGc5AxRwnLvlmyoNy7Mgax2tpfbgelwnjOO5KZYZsYJISSq3rZsp67557-mxwaT-2H5kRmXfsYZ3AyA5Jaj1pUzuDXtNS0nYTgCeEx5KYFfTMJBn/s602/Desembre_ok%20foto.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="602" data-original-width="505" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPmIimwde49LwthNrueGyfnu0tr8HjRonld6SG7lXGpph3U37QzxN8gpAMTM4MQiaDZCGvtd26iGc5AxRwnLvlmyoNy7Mgax2tpfbgelwnjOO5KZYZsYJISSq3rZsp67557-mxwaT-2H5kRmXfsYZ3AyA5Jaj1pUzuDXtNS0nYTgCeEx5KYFfTMJBn/w537-h640/Desembre_ok%20foto.JPG" width="537" /></a></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;">Imatge: pròpia</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Paraules al vol. 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E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-50976486851100012082022-12-03T04:11:00.004-08:002023-03-05T08:55:54.037-08:00Amor llaurat<p>Després de tant llaurar, si arriba el desamor, és més desamor.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><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/AVvXsEjPseqdxxL8YisBCttXCpzviKxdf1djq_4c_vQoSLBB-8HbUJ6AlxQM2h6jZjOG6Y0KqjndIaT1JatARtkc3v6HJHmwVnOFWA_42MZFGf_ZQ5U-FX6jpLfl9zcZwtSKX0cFeW709B50MA7dDqTIWlPgXHyNUXnzharH_5r6mw8E__ZNnRmZyW28RXoQ/s668/Amor%20llaurat_foto.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="542" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPseqdxxL8YisBCttXCpzviKxdf1djq_4c_vQoSLBB-8HbUJ6AlxQM2h6jZjOG6Y0KqjndIaT1JatARtkc3v6HJHmwVnOFWA_42MZFGf_ZQ5U-FX6jpLfl9zcZwtSKX0cFeW709B50MA7dDqTIWlPgXHyNUXnzharH_5r6mw8E__ZNnRmZyW28RXoQ/s16000/Amor%20llaurat_foto.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Imatge:pixabay.com</div></div><br /><p></p>Paraules al vol. 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de desfer el camí errat que ens ha dut on som?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Quin dia és bo per agafar-nos al
més senzill sentiment, al més subtil bri de vida i fer-ne, amb ells, un nou
plànol del món?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sempre és el moment de desdir
l'egoisme, l'avarícia i la no empatia que ens destrossen i
ens deshumanitzen, i per això hem de revisar-nos des dels nostres fonaments més
primaris.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Un somni...si tothom ho
fes. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Aquest poema és el somni.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-mQ8LulX6PTolDoD4QjktM85aBMvdZdLpUcJSm-By_N9SGYQlh8Hjbs9MS_iJ399fzZ7-OMfBxT7HVtSWKXC-6sfrBVeMLdaHCzIhr1tzWYDwXohyEDiuHd1uFnTv6xoxw6S55_f0Y6-IJsb0wLwcxiDewdVavzdO2dYYYrOFvJ57KKdXelzMDJp/s797/Les%20llavors%20primeres_foto.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="797" data-original-width="554" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-mQ8LulX6PTolDoD4QjktM85aBMvdZdLpUcJSm-By_N9SGYQlh8Hjbs9MS_iJ399fzZ7-OMfBxT7HVtSWKXC-6sfrBVeMLdaHCzIhr1tzWYDwXohyEDiuHd1uFnTv6xoxw6S55_f0Y6-IJsb0wLwcxiDewdVavzdO2dYYYrOFvJ57KKdXelzMDJp/s16000/Les%20llavors%20primeres_foto.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div>Imatge: de la xarxa</div>Paraules al vol. 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E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-52479616283893495552022-11-02T15:53:00.002-07:002023-03-05T08:56:48.301-08:00Les hores no morenSi el temps ens fa ser el que som, aquest, mor cada hora? <div>De vegades pensem que som nous cada dia i de cop... la reflexió de què les hores no moren.</div><div>Com ho expressem si no és amb poesia?</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbjD0My4VsEq7L5Op_dG0qT3CWQ6HTiNew-B6cLV3sr80hoxnSiiM8S2zhatglnAFiLeTXwkkJbZUER8XapNtooCoHMWhj1toCCHQOlVOT3grjIUxFmfov0qopgCahf9EgAYCeU3LPumps_PlGOTsCubTXqyEQvb9aYyzQBubxXyDO8Ok4F2uU442/s798/Les%20hores%20no%20moren_ok.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="798" data-original-width="706" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbjD0My4VsEq7L5Op_dG0qT3CWQ6HTiNew-B6cLV3sr80hoxnSiiM8S2zhatglnAFiLeTXwkkJbZUER8XapNtooCoHMWhj1toCCHQOlVOT3grjIUxFmfov0qopgCahf9EgAYCeU3LPumps_PlGOTsCubTXqyEQvb9aYyzQBubxXyDO8Ok4F2uU442/s16000/Les%20hores%20no%20moren_ok.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Imatge: de la xarxa<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div></div>Paraules al vol. Un Blog de poesia comentada. E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-69568336872698433192022-10-18T15:24:00.006-07:002022-12-18T13:50:21.564-08:00Camino<p style="text-align: justify;">Potser perquè camino molt cada dia, em ve de fer aquest símil entre vida i camí, viure i caminar.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Els llargs camins recorreguts dibuixen la vida i aquesta, a la vegada, els obre, els tanca, els aplana, els inclina més o menys, els cedeix a altres... De vegades el caminar esdevé marxa, cursa de resistència o velocitat, i després torna a ser aquella passa tranquil·la, i així intermitentment fins al final caminant per molts i molts escenaris reals i irreals. </p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">( cliqueu damunt la imatge )</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNgUUFheNqkzqKE-mp16YOi_SSpzV0CwOctuZMLfosQpGvy9Yea_Nu1uAjyHvLxkG0IRs2AC4jROAEDqJYrsxfTzcxt_ovuBCNtTButjs7e6y113HPd2hls_3vjmZ3ZAeJnGEabkSzQwJw6YiykIfC-m7-uoWNlRFzZDlwGVwp1ewkHcwHhuJIxWX/s815/Camino_jpg.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="815" data-original-width="571" height="855" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNgUUFheNqkzqKE-mp16YOi_SSpzV0CwOctuZMLfosQpGvy9Yea_Nu1uAjyHvLxkG0IRs2AC4jROAEDqJYrsxfTzcxt_ovuBCNtTButjs7e6y113HPd2hls_3vjmZ3ZAeJnGEabkSzQwJw6YiykIfC-m7-uoWNlRFzZDlwGVwp1ewkHcwHhuJIxWX/w599-h855/Camino_jpg.JPG" width="599" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Imatge: de la xarxa</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Paraules al vol. 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E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-63744014492898380402022-10-14T15:10:00.001-07:002022-10-18T15:36:48.797-07:00Indret de la Vall Ferrera<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><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/AVvXsEia9CtIdhXS8j0grEi9qJ8rFkIo_pc7JeGBTAnK2wImb5L9oM5FnUyNAUIdpKzeoSxRIXW2AKRxqZQqCVRl5pijnyjZ2I-6kojVclU-0NnB-Ecyn3n3YJ-3xFh3c_5B4FocKGvGCPN1H1ZyTW0mhiLXn2Snac0PTijoygSAv4C6N-Q8ZykNqYaT9C7_/s4624/Cristall%20d'un%20temps.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9CtIdhXS8j0grEi9qJ8rFkIo_pc7JeGBTAnK2wImb5L9oM5FnUyNAUIdpKzeoSxRIXW2AKRxqZQqCVRl5pijnyjZ2I-6kojVclU-0NnB-Ecyn3n3YJ-3xFh3c_5B4FocKGvGCPN1H1ZyTW0mhiLXn2Snac0PTijoygSAv4C6N-Q8ZykNqYaT9C7_/w480-h640/Cristall%20d'un%20temps.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Imatge: Ester Masip</div><br /><p></p>Paraules al vol. 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E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-8786212361911465402022-09-20T13:43:00.001-07:002023-03-05T08:30:01.857-08:00Segons de memòria21 de setembre, Dia Mundial de l'Alzheimer. <div>Si a ells se'ls esborren els records, que a nosaltres no se'ns esborri la lluita.</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/AVvXsEgueTKCqzvZLLVYiiUntBxdKQ9NrrQOFpkc_YpHWCNn-6eS6eNwhD_l27gKZKLrGeJUatE_g2TTLwWOSdSh4AF1OUXbVFAhk4CJ8_I54qBg1Z5BNxpKu6MpKyHI48aHRZK7s2iui9EmfLptnHWWuqd2O4RbBnrRjFfCiriqbnXFvHsN_8IuvckUqX7n/s700/Segons%20de%20mem%C3%B2ria_ok%20ok%20foto.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgueTKCqzvZLLVYiiUntBxdKQ9NrrQOFpkc_YpHWCNn-6eS6eNwhD_l27gKZKLrGeJUatE_g2TTLwWOSdSh4AF1OUXbVFAhk4CJ8_I54qBg1Z5BNxpKu6MpKyHI48aHRZK7s2iui9EmfLptnHWWuqd2O4RbBnrRjFfCiriqbnXFvHsN_8IuvckUqX7n/s16000/Segons%20de%20mem%C3%B2ria_ok%20ok%20foto.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div>Imatge: de la xarxa<br /><div><br /></div>Paraules al vol. 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E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-69814327028611463302022-03-20T17:02:00.001-07:002022-03-21T14:03:59.837-07:00Farem poesia<p>Som el que sentim i ho expressem, nosaltres, fent poesia.</p><p>Bon Dia Mundial de la Poesia!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA4im0fDlFT2ku2nZNzQN0l8EYZ6quKDuIMMFd1vseDeTZESJerZG3EqbqePCm78paQj3L1nRqHjyuMGMef-LwH2s5W21NER6jtEl7B1HLQEBRIKWxt2CWNE_slPT77iRieWsfW9rlHrC-RXnL-GsKlFnUsaTFDr2gHU475DOfTJjP8BR7mrABl4sS/s708/Captura%20de%20pantalla%202022-03-21%20005253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="708" data-original-width="634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA4im0fDlFT2ku2nZNzQN0l8EYZ6quKDuIMMFd1vseDeTZESJerZG3EqbqePCm78paQj3L1nRqHjyuMGMef-LwH2s5W21NER6jtEl7B1HLQEBRIKWxt2CWNE_slPT77iRieWsfW9rlHrC-RXnL-GsKlFnUsaTFDr2gHU475DOfTJjP8BR7mrABl4sS/s16000/Captura%20de%20pantalla%202022-03-21%20005253.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Imatge: de la xarxa</p><p><br /></p>Paraules al vol. Un Blog de poesia comentada. E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454956428823928934.post-7103416052244999832021-08-23T09:57:00.005-07:002023-03-05T08:57:48.345-08:00Lo pàtic de la mare<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">La meua padrina sempre anomenava aquest pàtic, i jo
sempre n’he volgut tenir un.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">Sempre que visito altres pobles, me’ls miro i els
admiro...</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">I sempre dic el mateix: “Mira quin pàtic!”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">Un poema narratiu, diferent. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZYBXPG46VzjmDA0BydLwWDE0QYarGfcf82PzHgV4hL4n5zIRTJlf4MS7yK94NopCcaPYV1YwpgUW6HMpT1K2o_5A7XJYTwcowDFdzHxZfZADyhpJM6oQC7h2Rkpjx-KOFoaG6w82xek/s727/Foto+bona+blog.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="727" data-original-width="697" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZYBXPG46VzjmDA0BydLwWDE0QYarGfcf82PzHgV4hL4n5zIRTJlf4MS7yK94NopCcaPYV1YwpgUW6HMpT1K2o_5A7XJYTwcowDFdzHxZfZADyhpJM6oQC7h2Rkpjx-KOFoaG6w82xek/s16000/Foto+bona+blog.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">Imatge: de la xarxa </p>Paraules al vol. Un Blog de poesia comentada. E.Masiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08945083353354940239noreply@blogger.com0