tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59628405777421784392011-04-21T11:04:58.447-07:00El haiku es algo que está sucediendo aquí, en este momento... Es la imagen congelada de un efímero instante a través de la mirada del artista.BlackWolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05044931279184223915noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962840577742178439.post-40345638255061012872009-01-15T03:52:00.000-08:002009-01-15T04:05:05.181-08:00<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0WdF3RImuA/SSQK4a0kO9I/AAAAAAAAADs/8nTobOjQs0Y/s1600-h/Enredadera.jpg"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0WdF3RImuA/SW8kb514a0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/yannYYGpEB8/s1600-h/FUYU+NO+TSUKI.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291488148985506626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0WdF3RImuA/SW8kb514a0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/yannYYGpEB8/s200/FUYU+NO+TSUKI.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Luna de invierno<br />Guardarás las promesas<br />De primavera</span><br /></strong></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0WdF3RImuA/SSQLgVS28qI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7IMTNaXPKOs/s1600-h/Luna.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0WdF3RImuA/SW8krYCBXaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Jjg3m1U3_4I/s1600-h/Carpa+en+estanque.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291488414787526050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0WdF3RImuA/SW8krYCBXaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Jjg3m1U3_4I/s200/Carpa+en+estanque.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">¿Cuales reflejos<br />Verán los peces cuando<br />Miran arriba?</span></strong></em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5962840577742178439-4034563825506101287?l=bwhaikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BlackWolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05044931279184223915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962840577742178439.post-35751183013604565552008-11-19T04:43:00.000-08:002008-11-19T04:54:43.457-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0WdF3RImuA/SSQK4a0kO9I/AAAAAAAAADs/8nTobOjQs0Y/s1600-h/Enredadera.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270349428319075282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0WdF3RImuA/SSQK4a0kO9I/AAAAAAAAADs/8nTobOjQs0Y/s320/Enredadera.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Enredadera<br />La frescura nocturna<br />Saludándonos</span><br /><br /></strong></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0WdF3RImuA/SSQLgVS28qI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7IMTNaXPKOs/s1600-h/Luna.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270350114030285474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0WdF3RImuA/SSQLgVS28qI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7IMTNaXPKOs/s320/Luna.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Las nubes llegan<br />Abrazando a la luna<br />Se oye el silencio</span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5962840577742178439-3575118301360456555?l=bwhaikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BlackWolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05044931279184223915noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5962840577742178439.post-59085572144981622022008-10-15T13:58:00.000-07:002008-10-15T14:06:47.661-07:00<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0WdF3RImuA/SPZaf2bHYvI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ix6uMXW8h9A/s1600-h/Dried+pond2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257489118233322226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0WdF3RImuA/SPZaf2bHYvI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ix6uMXW8h9A/s200/Dried+pond2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Estanque seco<br />Añorando las lluvias<br />Calor estival</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0WdF3RImuA/SPZbMCdyLbI/AAAAAAAAABo/8dWKGZdYVb0/s1600-h/FUYU+NO+CHIISAI+KAWA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257489877379984818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0WdF3RImuA/SPZbMCdyLbI/AAAAAAAAABo/8dWKGZdYVb0/s200/FUYU+NO+CHIISAI+KAWA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Cauce secreto<br />De silencioso río<br />Y árboles secos</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5962840577742178439-5908557214498162202?l=bwhaikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BlackWolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05044931279184223915noreply@blogger.com2