tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740021861969673272011-07-30T11:09:54.257-07:00SENSACIONSTRANSPARÈNCIACèliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09937123641993376304noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-1757772043199685632010-06-22T14:21:00.000-07:002010-08-24T10:48:30.603-07:00FUSELLS AL COR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/TCEeo0DAo0I/AAAAAAAALyQ/s1GSk4yo0kc/s1600/P3150006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/TCEeo0DAo0I/AAAAAAAALyQ/s1GSk4yo0kc/s320/P3150006.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Fot. Cèlia (La cala)</span> <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> <span style="font-size: small;">Per al meu avi anarquista<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">La gran guerra d'ànimes</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">transporta passos sense empremta</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">i silencis adolorits</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">per l'alliberació de la ràbia.</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><br /></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ja mai més tronaran</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">els freds prejudicis</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">de la bogeria sentida</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">i del penediment.</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><br /></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">La trista nit</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">acompanya l'enaltiva mort, </span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">nedant entre aigües lliures,</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">entre els segrests de somnis de mar.</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;">Segueix el far d'instruccions que cerquen</span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">penediments que no es governen</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">sense caps, sense diners,</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">amb acords de mots i sons.</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;">La por envaeix els cossos joves</span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">i l'amor suborna el pas del temps,</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">amb maletes plenes del foc dels ideals</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">i amb la fam més ancestral.</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;">Voldrà l'alosa aprofitar l'estiu?</span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ens acompanyarà a l'hora del viatge?</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><br /></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Si tu et quedes jo també</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">i proclamarem la justícia</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">d'un retorn sense fi.</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;">Afusellaran els cossos de matinada</span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">i els plors d'ofensives sense nom.</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Torturaran pensaments sense esperança</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">fins a fer-nos ballar la son.</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Voldrà l'alosa aprofitar l'estiu?</span></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ens acompanyarà a l'hora del viatge?</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-175777204319968563?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-51483739463610289932010-05-06T13:44:00.001-07:002010-05-06T13:52:35.993-07:00RIU MALVA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/S-Mo2RjB8MI/AAAAAAAALXc/28Ra5GRALZs/s1600/tortugues.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/S-Mo2RjB8MI/AAAAAAAALXc/28Ra5GRALZs/s320/tortugues.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Fot. Cèlia (Francolí)</span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Vorejo un senderó desconegut</span></b></div></div><div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">vora el riu malva,</span></b></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">esbrino rossinyols</span></b></div><div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">i algun esquirol dalt de l'arbre.</span></b></div><div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Blocs de pedres prenen el sol</span></b></div><div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">sobre les tranquil·les aigües,</span></b></div><div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">mentre algunes tortugues</span></b></div><div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">escalfen excuses </span></b></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">per trobar companyia.</span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-5148373946361028993?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-87438009554033556792010-03-30T12:11:00.001-07:002010-05-06T13:48:21.423-07:00DINS L'ESCUMA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/S7JI2lKTyHI/AAAAAAAAKgI/T6XawEIPfXM/s1600/P3150086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/S7JI2lKTyHI/AAAAAAAAKgI/T6XawEIPfXM/s320/P3150086.JPG" /></a></div><div style="color: purple;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Fot. Cèlia (La cala)</span></span></div><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">He mullat</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">els peus</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: right;"><b>cansats</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">dins l'escuma</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">de la dansa,</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><b>peus entumits</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">que segueixen el senderó </b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">ran de mar,</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">el pas de ronda</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><b>dels sentiments perduts,</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><b>peus errants</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">que equivoquen anhels</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">una i mil vegades,</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">que cluquen els ulls</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><b>a cops de marinada,</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><b>peus estranys</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">que trenquen pactes</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">de sensacions equívoques</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">i solituds insolents.</b></div><div style="color: purple;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">He mullat</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">els peus</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: right;"><b>cansats</b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><b>dins la dansa<br /></b></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">de l'escuma.</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-8743800955403355679?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-20310880586060293582010-03-23T10:55:00.001-07:002010-03-23T10:55:46.045-07:00VOL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/S6j8HvLLlRI/AAAAAAAAKdM/sRGpUeU2TCw/s1600-h/P3150075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/S6j8HvLLlRI/AAAAAAAAKdM/sRGpUeU2TCw/s320/P3150075.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Fot. Cèlia (La Cala)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;">Com més arrelats tinc els peus,</span></span></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">més aprenc a volar</span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;">cercant una part de mi.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-2031088058606029358?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-85536205788247274392009-11-12T09:33:00.001-08:002010-03-14T12:35:16.248-07:00TARDOR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/Svw9co6900I/AAAAAAAAKEk/TgqTCLcdDIo/s1600-h/Aix%C3%A0viga+%2813%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/Svw9co6900I/AAAAAAAAKEk/TgqTCLcdDIo/s320/Aix%C3%A0viga+%2813%29.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: xx-small;">Fot. Cèlia (L'Aixàviga) </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">S'escola novament</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">la imatge de l'aigua</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">senderó avall, </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">amb la serenor dels núvols</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">que deixen passar somnis</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">i esquirols,</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">i ratolins de camp.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I una font boscana</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">amagada entre el fullatge,</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">emmiralla els desitjos</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">d'arbres emmudits</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">pel temps i el fred,</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">mentre imperceptiblement</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">tot canvia de color.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SvxEMa2sasI/AAAAAAAAKEs/znj3rbFBWAw/s1600-h/Font+Major+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SvxEMa2sasI/AAAAAAAAKEs/znj3rbFBWAw/s320/Font+Major+009.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Fot. Cèlia</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-8553620578824727439?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-33345777139334632732009-11-04T13:13:00.001-08:002010-03-14T12:34:27.005-07:00GRANS D'ARENA<h3 class="post-title entry-title"><a href="http://calalluna.blogspot.com/2009/10/grans-darena.html"></a> </h3><div class="post-body entry-content"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SuCAlkPG3KI/AAAAAAAAKDI/yCrdt0gSbAE/s1600-h/PC140066.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395453736460410018" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SuCAlkPG3KI/AAAAAAAAKDI/yCrdt0gSbAE/s320/PC140066.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Fot. Cèlia (Tarragona)</span></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fina sorra de cristalls<br />trepitjats<br />pels passos decidits<br />del no pensament,<br />del buit,<br />del no existeixo,<br />dels ulls tancats.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></div><dl id="comments-block"><dt class="comment-author" id="comment-4003576994990641931"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/06897081861414204030" rel="nofollow">berta </a>respon: <br /></dt><dd class="comment-body"><b style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dels ulls tancats, dius, jo... </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">trepitjo la sorra massa fort, </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">deixo marques arreu on vaig </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i a voltes no voldria deixar-les, </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">omplo el pensament i existeixo massa, </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">fins a fer-me mal... </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">reposar, per curar les ferides </span></b> </dd></dl></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-3334577713933463273?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-13210516638681095912009-10-22T09:18:00.000-07:002009-10-22T09:22:11.813-07:00AIGUA DE MAR<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SuCCzXUC6LI/AAAAAAAAKDQ/vwXBbSCxfrY/s1600-h/Platja+llarga+047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SuCCzXUC6LI/AAAAAAAAKDQ/vwXBbSCxfrY/s320/Platja+llarga+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395456172532885682" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SuCDrHZpjXI/AAAAAAAAKDY/ycYCCqIJGJg/s1600-h/Platja+llarga+084.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SuCDrHZpjXI/AAAAAAAAKDY/ycYCCqIJGJg/s320/Platja+llarga+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395457130334096754" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SuCEcuWrh_I/AAAAAAAAKDg/W016LeFwzak/s1600-h/Platja+llarga+085.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SuCEcuWrh_I/AAAAAAAAKDg/W016LeFwzak/s320/Platja+llarga+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395457982604216306" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SuCFerRa4PI/AAAAAAAAKDo/MbGcoX2aK8c/s1600-h/Platja+llarga+087.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SuCFerRa4PI/AAAAAAAAKDo/MbGcoX2aK8c/s320/Platja+llarga+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395459115648213234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Fot. Cèlia</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Brava la mar,<br />com la meva ànima inquieta.<br />Mes ara et demano<br />-encara-<br />cristalls de roca,<br />sals d'arena,<br />pètals d'aigua,<br />escuma de somnis,<br />pensaments transparents,<br />per navegar lliure<br />al teu costat.<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-1321051663868109591?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-31554143024822307412009-10-07T05:29:00.001-07:002009-10-22T09:20:59.992-07:00LLUNA<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SsyFG4WJD4I/AAAAAAAAKCw/ciwvieBVBq0/s1600-h/P1060646.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SsyFG4WJD4I/AAAAAAAAKCw/ciwvieBVBq0/s320/P1060646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389829207306604418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Fot. Cèlia</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">La lluna ha xiuxiuejat</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">una</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">i mil vegades</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">el teu nom</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">fascinada per la força</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">i pel plor</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">de l'enyorança.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Ha desplegat el sol</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">per guiar-te</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">pels instants del somni,<br />per les presses contingudes,<br />pels neguits exprimits.<br /><br />L'instant sempre té pressa,<br />no vol escoltar<br />el temps del repòs.<br /><br />Mes l'instant també passa<br />d'estació a estació<br />fins arribar a l'ara<br />dels dilemes<br />i dels buits plens de colors.<br /><br />I el lluny sembla apropar-se<br />en un instant precís.<br />Arrossega pedres del pensament,<br />pols de temences,<br />i silencis de mar.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">La lluna ha xiuxiuejat</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">una</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">i mil vegades</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">el teu nom</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">fascinada per la força</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">i pel plor</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">de l'enyorança.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-3155414302482230741?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-64681246722759599002009-07-18T07:23:00.000-07:002009-07-18T07:26:40.683-07:00INCENDI MOLT PROPER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SmHbG1vGa5I/AAAAAAAAJoQ/uIkVC4Lkr2U/s1600-h/20080506_incendi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SmHbG1vGa5I/AAAAAAAAJoQ/uIkVC4Lkr2U/s320/20080506_incendi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359805942097931154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Guspires d'encesa</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">esclaten en un gran foc.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Hi ha molta tristesa.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-6468124672275959900?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-37969075448042906102009-07-01T09:07:00.000-07:002010-03-23T11:02:29.964-07:00MIRADA<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SkuI9hD7nrI/AAAAAAAAJco/WQz0r3ArPRc/s1600-h/mirada.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353523172488224434" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SkuI9hD7nrI/AAAAAAAAJco/WQz0r3ArPRc/s320/mirada.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="color: #6600cc;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Fot. Cèlia</span></span><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">Petits caminets</span><br /><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">construeixes pels meus somnis.</span><br /><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">La teva mirada.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-3796907544804290610?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-87940908170294705222009-06-27T04:25:00.000-07:002009-06-27T04:26:48.225-07:00MONS DE MELANGIA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SkTmCGDRKGI/AAAAAAAAIoc/bm-i26KZoy8/s1600-h/115911204_8603b6830f_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SkTmCGDRKGI/AAAAAAAAIoc/bm-i26KZoy8/s320/115911204_8603b6830f_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351655180881438818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Si plou renaixeré sota la lluna,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">escamparé mons de melangia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">fins que la puguis trobar,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">travessaran camins de pedres,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">rius presoners de marges,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">felicitats subtilment trenades</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">en racons arrecerats.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-8794090817029470522?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-57100361948232658652009-06-08T01:09:00.000-07:002010-03-23T11:04:30.676-07:00Remor de núvols<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SieT4TAk7FI/AAAAAAAAIPc/sWT9oUdaQ6Q/s1600-h/IMG_2111.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343402078283033682" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SieT4TAk7FI/AAAAAAAAIPc/sWT9oUdaQ6Q/s320/IMG_2111.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="color: #6600cc;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Fot. Cèlia </span></span></div><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">La remor de núvols</span><br /><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">xiuxiueja la fugida</span><br /><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">d'un amor molt tendre,</span><br /><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">d'un poema ple de sol.</span><br /><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">Intueixo que hi ha un canvi.<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-5710036194823265865?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-22721316231682776102009-06-05T07:35:00.000-07:002010-03-23T11:01:09.114-07:00PICARDIA<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SikuTpMX60I/AAAAAAAAIQI/wFe7G4fBiJc/s1600-h/IMG_3229.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343853347861949250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SikuTpMX60I/AAAAAAAAIQI/wFe7G4fBiJc/s320/IMG_3229.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="color: #6600cc;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Fot. Cèlia (Cambrils)</span></span></div><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 130%;"> <br /></span><br /><div style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Quan la incertesa</span></div><span style="font-size: 130%;">niua dins l'ànima<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">i el caos<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">arrela dins la ment<br />rosega la pols<br />rovella l'ombra<br />fon el cel<br />enfosqueix les branques<br />crema la falç<br />i ofega la pell,<br /><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">tu em mostres<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">l'aigua solitària<br />la duna adormida<br />la flor amoixada<br />l'escuma impenetrable<br />la capçada estàtica<br />el vespre explícit<br />l'eclipsi esmolat<br /><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">i el desordre<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">arrela dins la pols<br />rosega l'ombra<br />rovella el cel<br />fon les branques<br />enfosqueix la falç<br />i ofega dins la ment,<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">tu m'ensenyes</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">l'aigua adormida</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">la duna amoixada</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">la flor impenetrable</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">l'escuma estàtica</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">la capçada explícita</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">el vespre esmolat</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">l'eclipsi solitari.</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">Llavors, només llavors,</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">em llagrimeja el cor</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">i comprenc la teva picardia.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-2272131623168277610?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-40907082804939082392009-06-01T12:49:00.002-07:002010-03-23T11:01:59.101-07:00TANKA<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/ShrldtmIZII/AAAAAAAAIOM/q7qQhOOdARA/s1600-h/barana.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339832606819640450" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/ShrldtmIZII/AAAAAAAAIOM/q7qQhOOdARA/s320/barana.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Fot. Cèlia (Beseit)</span></div><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">Percebo un món</span> <span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;"><br />de somnis que s'allunyen<br /></span><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">a la barana<br /></span><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">dels teus dits, plens de pluja<br /></span><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">i pessigolles mudes.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-4090708280493908239?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-26003016562712823522009-05-21T09:44:00.001-07:002010-03-23T11:05:18.456-07:00LLUM DE PRIMAVERA<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/ShWD5pCVvHI/AAAAAAAAIOE/ovgQQ_iJsxw/s1600-h/P7230074.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338317959609039986" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/ShWD5pCVvHI/AAAAAAAAIOE/ovgQQ_iJsxw/s320/P7230074.JPG" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6600cc;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Fot. Cèlia (Beseit)</span></span></span></div><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">Q</span>uan els dies clouen els matins</span><br /><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">vers els vespres</span><br /><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">i les nits es filtren imperceptibles</span><br /><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">fins que es fan eternes,</span> <span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;"><br />la teva veu xiuxiueja</span> <span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;"><br />com una corba</span><span style="color: #6600cc;"> </span><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">endolcida<br />per les ones</span> <span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;"><br />d'una nota greu i amant.</span> <span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;"><br />Ja no serem mai més</span><br /><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">el que ara som.</span> <span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;"><br />Camí cap a l'aigua</span><br /><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">s'enfosquirà el cel</span><br /><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">i l'Univers haurà donat</span> <span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;"><br />voltes sobre el seu eix.</span> <span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;"><br />Veurem la llum de primavera.</span><br /><br /><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a00fac7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-2600301656271282352?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-87499174612206636842009-05-14T10:29:00.001-07:002009-07-13T06:08:33.865-07:00TERRA, HAIKÚ D'ANIVERSARI<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SgWdw5PjqgI/AAAAAAAAIIs/eBit-WA7p1A/s1600-h/SONIA1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SgWdw5PjqgI/AAAAAAAAIIs/eBit-WA7p1A/s320/SONIA1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333842797015575042" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fonent-me en la terra,<br />ploro quan la vida m'omple.<br />El cel s'enfosqueix.<br /></span></span><br /><br /><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=731da68" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-8749917461220663684?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-91628440317774547642009-05-14T10:08:00.000-07:002009-05-14T10:26:19.546-07:00GOTES DE SORRA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SgxOpACvAGI/AAAAAAAAINM/GBpxFrqJBXk/s1600-h/IMG_1633.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SgxOpACvAGI/AAAAAAAAINM/GBpxFrqJBXk/s320/IMG_1633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335726124820267106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Gotes de sorra</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">m'esvaloten els cabells</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">i els dits de plata</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">m'hi deixen una estela persistent.</span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SgxN-OPF5pI/AAAAAAAAINE/RIaXB0hV8V8/s1600-h/IMG_1634.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SgxN-OPF5pI/AAAAAAAAINE/RIaXB0hV8V8/s320/IMG_1634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335725389895820946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=4fce29e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-9162844031777454764?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-69537734442041325862009-04-30T12:36:00.000-07:002009-05-13T12:23:59.691-07:00DISPOSO DE POC TEMPS PER ESTIMAR-TE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/Sfn5vb3i3oI/AAAAAAAAIGU/uWMVm32t-F8/s1600-h/n613534246_1281342_3787.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/Sfn5vb3i3oI/AAAAAAAAIGU/uWMVm32t-F8/s320/n613534246_1281342_3787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330566227299589762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Disposo de poc temps</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> per estimar-te,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> només de 9 a 10.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> Serà un amor d'estrelles</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> que cobrirà el teu cos,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> i els cabells</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">seran rodells per protegir-te</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> de la pluja,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> del vent,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> del fred,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> del món!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-6953773444204132586?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-61483974766551962692009-04-16T10:31:00.001-07:002009-04-16T10:31:58.314-07:00ÀNGEL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SedpHrc_MTI/AAAAAAAAIEs/EHYXJzFuICY/s1600-h/IMG_1549.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SedpHrc_MTI/AAAAAAAAIEs/EHYXJzFuICY/s320/IMG_1549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325340665033208114" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Els nostres esguards es creuen i somrius.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">He collit un àngel</span><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">vora el roser,<br /><div style="text-align: left;">he bufat un desig,<br /><div style="text-align: center;">només un.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Et percebo a través de la vibració subtil de l'espai que ens separa.<br /><br />Volo amb plomes d'oreneta<br /><div style="text-align: center;">bressolada per les fulles dels arbres<br />i el joc dels laberints.<br />Són imatges de silenci.<br />Són imatges de blanc.<br /></div></div></div></div></div><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=32bca5a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-6148397476655196269?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-72383487862837276992009-03-26T12:56:00.000-07:002009-03-26T12:59:06.755-07:00OFRENA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/ScveVDM_PdI/AAAAAAAAICQ/zk2cr1fOqmI/s1600-h/P7230100.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/ScveVDM_PdI/AAAAAAAAICQ/zk2cr1fOqmI/s320/P7230100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317588238259404242" border="0" /></a><br /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Al Sergi, la Sònia, la Gemma, el Xavier, la Mireia, la Míriam, la Gisela.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Us voldria oferir ara</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">una serenor</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">que no havia nascut.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Era un desert sense vent.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><br />Voldria obrir les mans</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">i donar-vos el coratge</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">d'un arbre,<br />un camí</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">d'oasi.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><br />Ja no hi ha temps.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><br />Ja no hi ha camí.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Només resta l'arbre</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">per viure,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><br />per sentir,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><br />com una ombra fràgil</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">en el no res</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">en un desert sense fi.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-7238348786283727699?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-86769635667765515672009-03-19T11:44:00.001-07:002009-03-19T11:57:56.646-07:00FUM PER OBLIDAR<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/ScKVTm4a9cI/AAAAAAAAIBE/opKiRHYz9b0/s1600-h/PC140053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/ScKVTm4a9cI/AAAAAAAAIBE/opKiRHYz9b0/s320/PC140053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314974674337854914" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Fum per oblidar l'oblit<br />i renéixer més enllà<br />com una flor del desert.<br /><br />He cremat alguns instants<br />i tornaré a collir lilàs per tu<br />i crearé petites realitats<br />sense destriar els somnis de la boira<br />per poder-les escollir del foc.<br /><br />Fum per oblidar l'oblit<br />i renéixer novament<br />com un tendre floc de neu.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-8676963566776551567?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-5885266485929919482009-03-19T11:20:00.001-07:002009-03-19T11:20:40.778-07:00ULLS D'ÀLIGA I COR DE LLOP<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SabwEWHMs5I/AAAAAAAAHqQ/Hbv-fofwG7w/s1600-h/lobo+y+luna.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SabwEWHMs5I/AAAAAAAAHqQ/Hbv-fofwG7w/s320/lobo+y+luna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307193168348623762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Un poeta mai mor.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Pot estar en letargia,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">letargia intemporal,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">sempre mira amb ulls d'àliga</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">i s'emociona amb cor de llop!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-588526648592991948?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-23520496971337001462009-03-19T11:11:00.000-07:002009-08-19T12:48:08.109-07:00DANSA DEL RIU<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SblfuyuI2wI/AAAAAAAAH_8/i8ULqFWSG8M/s1600-h/P3120121.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SblfuyuI2wI/AAAAAAAAH_8/i8ULqFWSG8M/s320/P3120121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312382492954123010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Malgrat els canvis</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">sempre dansa,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">dansa als núvols,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">dansa en la llunyania,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">dansa prop del riu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">i quan plou no m'agrada la seva música.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">És la dansa que acarona l'alba</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">per a tres papallones dolces,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">per a la groga,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">per a la negra,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">per a la verda.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Cadascuna dansa per al sol</span><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">o per a la lluna<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">i és quan neva quan m'agrada el seu so.<br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Malgrat els canvis</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">sempre dansa.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-2352049697133700146?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-34120615233166754652009-03-19T11:09:00.000-07:002009-03-19T11:10:24.624-07:00FINS A TU<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SbAE0sCjvMI/AAAAAAAAH_U/PRPrGXLOTB0/s1600-h/IMG_0056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SbAE0sCjvMI/AAAAAAAAH_U/PRPrGXLOTB0/s320/IMG_0056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309749263891414210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Hi ha un camí</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">en forma de serra.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Travessa teulades i estels.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Oblida marges desabrigats</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">per fondre's en camps</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">d'unitats cordades</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">fins arribar a tu.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-3412061523316675465?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274002186196967327.post-84412935135493164502009-01-07T11:20:00.001-08:002009-03-19T11:58:27.060-07:00RETALLS TRENCATS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SWUA3n7kHzI/AAAAAAAAHaU/oit-_oqee60/s1600-h/1861529542_ff8a91b2d6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HLmOJ2U8aQ/SWUA3n7kHzI/AAAAAAAAHaU/oit-_oqee60/s320/1861529542_ff8a91b2d6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288634293028134706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Retalls trencats</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">sense geometria,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">en un caos controlat.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Emocions desconegudes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">i lliures,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">ballant sense so</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">ni sense cor.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Quan ho comprendràs?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274002186196967327-8441293513549316450?l=sensacionscaeliusmarcus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cèlianoreply@blogger.com8