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www.escritoenunahojaseca.blogspot.comRafael Domínguez Villahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18325757431057986566noreply@blogger.comBlogger281125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533849291397551645.post-59983464934140879322023-03-27T09:34:00.001+02:002023-03-27T09:34:15.482+02:00Callarse que ya se acerca<p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeHw9YkWEg2RMZ8I4kyY0XOGkzrBPY2cO4DpIwG96Vd8twX9rPnDAEVnn7-9otyiKqnV8BYnTJhvPnvAwKUJvGcEVqL7xAkWaaD22tZ3NYVkozH-cDKc_3GFqbr0YXtTRmL7m4420190/s2048/IMG_1075.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeHw9YkWEg2RMZ8I4kyY0XOGkzrBPY2cO4DpIwG96Vd8twX9rPnDAEVnn7-9otyiKqnV8BYnTJhvPnvAwKUJvGcEVqL7xAkWaaD22tZ3NYVkozH-cDKc_3GFqbr0YXtTRmL7m4420190/s320/IMG_1075.JPG" /></a></p><p><br /></p><p>Fotografía de María Dolores Acemel Hidalgo</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Callarse que ya se acerca</b></p><p><b>por los viejos callejones</b></p><p><b>con la cara descompuesta</b></p><p><b>que son sus siete Dolores</b></p><p><b>puñales para la Hiniesta.</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b><span><br /></span></b></p><p><b><span><br /></span></b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Saetas y versos cofrades</div>Rafael Domínguez Villahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18325757431057986566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533849291397551645.post-4092687616220076222023-03-27T09:18:00.003+02:002023-03-27T09:21:19.362+02:00La Muerte Buena no era<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3hiMyxk6ZdclFI9HLVKTv3yVqEI79ynUAXFxI0-WnuueCTHXJVREbg-luAIOUIc5ygbapKb0Ju_BafOn5fVLcobKo4-8Wktx7SzwIUlE3vKw0INfctcQ28A5UJaDv4ZUqqgzN-MTwUENynJM1xBBqXA5FJbqyI1IJt0VVCHXLwW9cTcKhrNf1izCg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3hiMyxk6ZdclFI9HLVKTv3yVqEI79ynUAXFxI0-WnuueCTHXJVREbg-luAIOUIc5ygbapKb0Ju_BafOn5fVLcobKo4-8Wktx7SzwIUlE3vKw0INfctcQ28A5UJaDv4ZUqqgzN-MTwUENynJM1xBBqXA5FJbqyI1IJt0VVCHXLwW9cTcKhrNf1izCg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Fotografía de María Dolores Acemel Hidalgo</span><br /></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p> <b>La Muerte Buena no era</b><br /></p><p><b><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> y en Buena se ha convertido,</span><br /></b></p><p><b><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> que una nueva primavera</span><br /></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> la promesa se ha cumplido</span><br /></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> dando fin a nuestra espera.</span><br /></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Saetas y versos cofrades</div>Rafael Domínguez Villahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18325757431057986566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533849291397551645.post-49372207570853407732021-02-28T12:07:00.002+01:002021-02-28T12:07:52.418+01:00Buena Muerte<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeHw9YkWEg2RMZ8I4kyY0XOGkzrBPY2cO4DpIwG96Vd8twX9rPnDAEVnn7-9otyiKqnV8BYnTJhvPnvAwKUJvGcEVqL7xAkWaaD22tZ3NYVkozH-cDKc_3GFqbr0YXtTRmL7m4420190/s2048/IMG_1075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeHw9YkWEg2RMZ8I4kyY0XOGkzrBPY2cO4DpIwG96Vd8twX9rPnDAEVnn7-9otyiKqnV8BYnTJhvPnvAwKUJvGcEVqL7xAkWaaD22tZ3NYVkozH-cDKc_3GFqbr0YXtTRmL7m4420190/s320/IMG_1075.JPG" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Fotografía de María Dolores Acemel Hidalgo</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Su palio lleno de flores</b></p><p><b>pareciera que no pasa</b></p><p><b>por tan estrechos rincones.</b></p><p><b>La Hiniesta vuelve a su casa</b></p><p><b>por los viejos callejones.</b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Saetas y versos cofrades</div>Rafael Domínguez Villahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18325757431057986566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533849291397551645.post-47240846327535796162021-02-07T15:16:00.001+01:002021-02-07T15:16:35.237+01:00Qué blanca traes la cara.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigOOnRPIF8Jbl0tnMyt34Ojdp0oqA1AH-BKoeBGTbSMOQBe0Zi5ttJX-c3ZWNhlvOZbDW2a7ILi1TVUXYQ_y0ACe2z7OrQ1VTr0KN8nXPTU1NkmQpCO5uMPJ7-T5GMbC0Aa87OqsAyzy4/s2048/IMG_7712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigOOnRPIF8Jbl0tnMyt34Ojdp0oqA1AH-BKoeBGTbSMOQBe0Zi5ttJX-c3ZWNhlvOZbDW2a7ILi1TVUXYQ_y0ACe2z7OrQ1VTr0KN8nXPTU1NkmQpCO5uMPJ7-T5GMbC0Aa87OqsAyzy4/s320/IMG_7712.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Fotografía de María Dolores Acemel Hidalgo</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> <b>Dime por Dios qué te pasa,</b><br /></p><p><b><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Virgen de la Soledad.</span><br /></b></p><p><b><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Tienes las manos heladas,</span><br /></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> no has parado de llorar.</span><br /></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Qué blanca traes la cara.</span><br /></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span>.</span></span></span></span></b></p><p><br /></p><p> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Saetas y versos cofrades</div>Rafael Domínguez Villahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18325757431057986566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533849291397551645.post-11536794196741660742021-01-28T21:48:00.002+01:002021-01-28T21:48:49.556+01:00De morirse no termina<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<b>La tarde llena de luz,</b><br />
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<b>el Cristo de la Salud</b><br />
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<b>Hay un murmullo de estrellas,</b><br />
<b>la calle tiene tu nombre,</b><br />
<b>la marcha tu nombre lleva</b><br />
<b>y una voz de no sé dónde</b><br />
<b>susurra la Hiniesta llega.</b><br />
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<b>Madre Hiniesta por mi calle.</b><br />
<b>El sol se ha asomado a verte</b><br />
<b>llenando de luz la tarde,</b><br />
<b>los geranios del balcón</b><br />
<b>rezan bajito la Salve</b><br />
<b>y hay un niño sin memoria</b><br />
<b>que no deja de mirarte.</b><br />
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<b>Qué guapa que vienes hoy</b><br />
<b>Madre Hiniesta por mi calle.</b><br />
<b>Mientras llegas a mi casa</b><br />
<b>no dejo de preguntarme</b><br />
<b>¿ De que escondido tesoro</b><br />
<b>tienen tus ojos la llave?</b><br />
<b>¿ Qué corazón es tan duro</b><br />
<b>que tus lágrimas no abren.</b><br />
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<b>Qué guapa que vienes hoy</b><br />
<b>Madre Hiniesta por mi calle.</b><br />
<b>¿ Qué piropos al oído</b><br />
<b>te estará diciendo el aire?</b><br />
<b>¿ Qué te murmura la llama</b><br />
<b>de la vela cuando arde ?</b><br />
<b>¿ Qué suspiran las esquinas</b><br />
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<b>Qué tristeza hay en tus rosas,</b><br />
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<b>qué penita en tu pañuelo,</b><br />
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<b>Patrocinio Dolorosa,</b><br />
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Saetas y versos cofrades</div>Rafael Domínguez Villahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18325757431057986566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533849291397551645.post-62842757945915569122018-08-18T13:58:00.002+02:002018-08-18T13:58:51.448+02:00Con la muerte en la mirada<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>La Hiniesta vuelve despacio</b><br />
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<b>en una nube de incienso</b><br />
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<b>bajo el azul de su palio</b><br />
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<b>y las estrellas del cielo</b><br />
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<b>son cuentas de su rosario.</b><br />
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