tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374527892024-03-13T12:09:33.595+01:00La mar de poemas, textos, palabras...Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.comBlogger197125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-30190881080899193772023-03-24T00:03:00.001+01:002023-03-24T00:06:39.028+01:00TRABAJO SOBRE TÓPICOS LITERARIOS<p> </p>
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Un haiku compuesto durante la cuarentena y en un día de mayo lluvioso:<br />
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Quieta la tarde.<br />
La vida está a la espera<br />
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<br />Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-30470030050857005302020-06-01T14:15:00.000+02:002020-06-01T14:15:26.395+02:00GIRASOLES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aprisionados,<br />
buscando el sol en vano,<br />
desde un jarrón.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-21275794672985043672019-12-29T15:19:00.000+01:002019-12-29T15:19:28.756+01:00DERECHO INNEGOCIABLE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A tu verita,<br />
si no me quieres tú<br />
con mis tristezas,<br />
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a mi verita,<br />
ya no te querré yo<br />
cuando sonría.<br />
<br />Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-423220183386231642019-12-26T11:31:00.000+01:002019-12-26T11:53:15.072+01:00AQUÍ Y AHORA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Ella canturrea</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> y, satisfecha por haber encontrado al fin la manera de frustrarle sus encuentros con la veterinaria, se sacude del delantal, como si nada, una lasquita de pezuña y algunos pelos de gato.</span>Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-58337306596283574712019-12-08T20:08:00.000+01:002019-12-08T20:08:01.335+01:00DISPARO FALLIDO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Actividad de creación de microcuentos a partir de imágenes curiosas. Para cualquier nivel. De esta podría surgir <i>La noche de los pimientos vivientes</i> o <i>Pimentada en Elms Street</i>...Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-18140115417102209702019-11-24T19:31:00.000+01:002019-11-24T19:31:02.414+01:00Historias en haikus<br />
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A partir de una imagen, se propone sugerir una historia, contenida en solo los tres versos de un haiku. Sirvan de ejemplos la imagen de arriba y el haiku que relata la pequeña historia.<br />
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Agotadora<br />
la vida de sirena,<br />
cuelgo el disfraz.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-38958132482653815742019-11-17T12:19:00.000+01:002019-11-17T12:19:57.876+01:00MONOTONÍAS DE DOMINGO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Otra vez otoño,<br />
otra vez noviembre,<br />
otra vez domingo,<br />
otra vez lloviendo,<br />
todo ello y yo.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-75973277090349803852019-11-11T16:41:00.002+01:002019-11-11T16:41:52.909+01:00TRAMPANTOJO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Las apariencias<br />
son una verdad falsa,<br />
pura ilusiónMarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-31043651736400318012019-11-03T19:09:00.000+01:002019-11-03T19:09:01.715+01:00Rayando periódicos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Siguiendo la iniciativa del <a href="http://elhombrequerayabaperiodicos.blogspot.com/">http://elhombrequerayabaperiodicos.blogspot.com/</a>, propongo esta actividad de creación, desestresante y motivadora. Y siempre hay a mano una revista sindical, un periódico viejo, un folleto...¡A rayar!Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-26179785174078013022019-10-23T18:58:00.000+02:002019-10-23T18:58:08.781+02:00DIEZ COSAS,DIEZ<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Diez cosas, diez.<br />
El chocolate,<br />
andar por el campo,<br />
la arena de la playa entre mis dedos,<br />
escuchar la lluvia en la cama,<br />
el vaivén de las olas,<br />
el ronroneo de mi gata,<br />
el olor a libro nuevo,<br />
el cocido de mi madre,<br />
el tacto de las sábanas recién puestas,<br />
los sonidos al caer la tarde.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-71838797775310780702019-10-14T18:43:00.000+02:002019-10-14T18:43:04.104+02:00MI GATA MICAELA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Una nereida,</div>
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mi gata Micaela </div>
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con su tocado.</div>
Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-33511864021030968322019-10-07T18:36:00.000+02:002019-10-07T18:36:00.868+02:00MENSAJE<br />
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En mi portal<br />
hojas enamoradas<br />
me pone el viento.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-86390279829177525662019-09-30T13:00:00.000+02:002019-09-30T13:00:01.672+02:00CANSANCIO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Foto: Frank Horvat<br />
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Cierto cansancio,<br />
escarcha de tus días,<br />
los niños tejen.<br />
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Haiku elaborado a partir de versos de Neruda, Miguel Hernández y Lorca. Actividad de creación que da mucho juego y he propuesto para 4° de ESO.<br />
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Seres lunares,<br />
andando por el mundo<br />
desubicados<br />
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Propongo a los alumnos de 1°y 2° de ESO este haiku como texto descriptivo para describir seres, reales o imaginarios. Como resultado final de la actividad, consistente en crear haikus descriptivos, compondremos un poemario ilustrado que también será un bestiario.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-76736280077740324592019-09-22T18:26:00.000+02:002019-10-12T11:57:03.494+02:00AMAPOLAS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No las cortéis,<br />
que sin ellas los campos<br />
se me entristecen.<br />
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Los artistas se reconocen de inmediato. Y él lo era. Vestido de negro de arriba abajo, con su sombrero cordobés y su andar característico, dejándose caer hacia adelante en cada paso que marcaba, señorial, con sus botas de media caña. Cuentan que, estando de manijero, el dueño lo despidió porque la cuadrilla, en lugar de limpiar las malas hierbas del terreno, dejó las amapolas sin cortar. Según él, sin ellas los campos se entristecían. ¿Puede haber recurso literario más natural y más bonito? A él va dedicado este haiku y en él pensé cuando hice la foto.</span></div>
Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-47265166274069573342019-09-15T20:59:00.000+02:002019-09-15T20:59:02.295+02:00REBELDE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Y me reafirmo:<br />
conquista de rebelde<br />
es ser yo misma.<br />
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<br />Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-83077063232836580552019-09-08T20:54:00.000+02:002019-09-08T20:54:02.359+02:00SIRENO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Triste sireno, el de Vigo. No sé qué leyenda o historia hay detrás, pero me imagino muchas. Podría ser la de un muñeco roto, maltrecho, abandonado a su suerte en un mar proceloso por el iracundo dios del mar. Podría ser la de un fustigador de sirenas, a las que acusa sibilina y falsamente de engaños y argucias que no son sino sus propias estrategias, vueltas finalmente en su contra. Podría ser la de un vendedor de humo o un encantador de serpientes, convertido en un ser estrafalario como castigo. O, simplemente, podría ser la historia de un ser incomprendido y solitario, condenado para siempre a la tristeza.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-9829974504936179312019-09-01T20:46:00.000+02:002019-09-01T20:46:00.963+02:00DE FRENTE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ir con la verdad por delante<br />
es muy cómodo.<br />
Tanto como llegar por fin a casa<br />
y quitarte<br />
unos zapatos apretados.<br />
Tan agradable<br />
como una interminable<br />
ducha de agua fresca<br />
con los ojos cerrados<br />
en un día caluroso de verano.<br />
Tan placentero<br />
como pisar por fin la playa<br />
de nuevo<br />
y sentir la brisa enredarse<br />
en tu pelo.<br />
Tan excitante<br />
como sentir <br />
sobre el cuerpo desnudo y mojado<br />
en el mar<br />
el lamido caliente del viento.<br />
Tan sencillo y tan simple.<br />
Parece mentira<br />
que enseñar tu verdad,<br />
desnudarte,<br />
algo tan pequeño,<br />
gratuito, disponible,<br />
pueda hacerle a una<br />
sentirse<br />
tan libre.<br />
Y que lo contrario,<br />
haga tanto daño.<br />
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Sin llave alguna,<br />
inmensas son las cosas<br />
que el tiempo cierra.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-38788735822644674682019-08-25T20:05:00.000+02:002019-08-25T20:05:02.652+02:00DESENFRENO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Los girasoles,<br />
cuando los mece el viento,<br />
se desmelenan.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37452789.post-73020117542439418762019-08-23T12:25:00.000+02:002019-08-23T12:25:58.223+02:00ISCHIA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ischia,<br />
con su mujer asomada al balcón y su ropa tendida,<br />
sus motocarros sesenteros,<br />
sus puestos de fruta,<br />
sus callejuelas que dan al mar,<br />
sus callejones con rejas,<br />
sus santos en las fachadas,<br />
sus casitas encaladas,<br />
sus barquitas<br />
y su castillo.Marianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10345774322833520281noreply@blogger.com0