tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73491441382866997452012-02-16T06:47:15.287-08:00R I N C O N C U L T U R A Ljoseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349144138286699745.post-25713922106807135712010-12-26T09:46:00.002-08:002012-02-16T06:47:15.296-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/TUCKxzLahXI/AAAAAAAAAmk/FzcY9hVMalA/s1600/hoguera%2Bde%2Bbrujas.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/TUCKxzLahXI/AAAAAAAAAmk/FzcY9hVMalA/s200/hoguera%2Bde%2Bbrujas.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566601727586239858" /></a><br /><embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/462956762/af66b8f9" autostar="true"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7349144138286699745-2571392210680713571?l=joseavilaescritor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349144138286699745.post-77140546472940138412008-06-22T16:02:00.000-07:002008-06-22T16:17:00.817-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SF7bNn-zHTI/AAAAAAAAATc/VqhCaKpnl_8/s1600-h/escanear0001.jpg"><embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" width="350px" src=" http://www.crazyprofile.com/butterfly/Butterfly.swf?nr=6&amp;type1=0&amp;type2=3&amp;type3=1&amp;type4=4&amp;type5=5&amp;type6=2" height="300" wmode="transparent"></embed><br/><div><a></a></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214846445658774834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SF7bNn-zHTI/AAAAAAAAATc/VqhCaKpnl_8/s200/escanear0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">José Avila Forero</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Economista. Universidad de cartagena</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Especialista en finanzas U de C.</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Docente investigador</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">A los 17 años decide ser escritor y poeta</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">(Tal vez nunca lo logre)</span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;">Miembro Asociación de Escritores de la Costa.</span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;">Asistente taller literario "La Urraka"</span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;">Integrante grupo intelectual "La Generación Fallida"</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7349144138286699745-7714054647294013841?l=joseavilaescritor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349144138286699745.post-52877748027058731312008-06-22T15:35:00.000-07:002008-06-22T16:01:33.226-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SF7U-ZnkpCI/AAAAAAAAATU/4DZYrI-cnno/s1600-h/escanear0004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214839587035456546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SF7U-ZnkpCI/AAAAAAAAATU/4DZYrI-cnno/s200/escanear0004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SF7UsAkXK-I/AAAAAAAAATM/s0QqVb6k8Sw/s1600-h/escanear0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214839271073459170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SF7UsAkXK-I/AAAAAAAAATM/s0QqVb6k8Sw/s200/escanear0003.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"> Libros inéditos: Pendientes para editar</span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">Luis Andrea. "Sacerdote o brujo" (Investigación histórica)</span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">Conjuro de negros (Poemario)</span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">Ecos de tambores (Poemario)<br /></span><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7349144138286699745-5287774802705873131?l=joseavilaescritor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349144138286699745.post-62714875260973643342008-06-22T15:21:00.000-07:002008-06-22T16:18:53.419-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SF7Q81BwUTI/AAAAAAAAATE/vYTIHxm-zHU/s1600-h/carnaval05b14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214835161986781490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SF7Q81BwUTI/AAAAAAAAATE/vYTIHxm-zHU/s200/carnaval05b14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Ser escritor y poeta</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">no es una ambición mía.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Es una manera de:</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Acompañar silencios,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">exorcizar furias</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">y conjurar mis demonios.</span></div><div><embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" width="350px" src=" http://www.crazyprofile.com/butterfly/Butterfly.swf?nr=6&amp;type1=0&amp;type2=3&amp;type3=1&amp;type4=4&amp;type5=5&amp;type6=2" height="300" wmode="transparent"></embed><br/><div><a></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7349144138286699745-6271487526097364334?l=joseavilaescritor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349144138286699745.post-66214068813803458362008-06-22T14:56:00.000-07:002008-06-22T15:02:21.995-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SF7Lrpf8nuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/WpPNUUkfpYs/s1600-h/fotodalicmito.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214829369276276450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SF7Lrpf8nuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/WpPNUUkfpYs/s200/fotodalicmito.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Una ráfaga de luz</span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;">iluminando el tiempo</span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;">el agua barro</span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;">salpicando mis botas</span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;">las manos en los bolsillos</span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;">para no descubrir </span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;">al guía que deambula</span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;">entre el polvo de mis versos.</span></div><br /><div></div><div>José Avila Forero.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7349144138286699745-6621406881380345836?l=joseavilaescritor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349144138286699745.post-81580589449699633742008-06-22T14:42:00.000-07:002008-06-22T14:55:41.134-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SF7I-WBDw3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/O_K2heSgICA/s1600-h/womanko9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214826391929078642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SF7I-WBDw3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/O_K2heSgICA/s200/womanko9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;">Un paisaje se desliza</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">por las aceras.</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">Un mundo más allá</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">de los espejos.</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">Los trajes</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">raídos del viento</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">marcan el tiempo </span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">de los laberintos.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;"></span></div><br /><div>José Avila Forero.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7349144138286699745-8158058944969963374?l=joseavilaescritor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349144138286699745.post-41614020904696236472008-06-20T14:56:00.000-07:002008-06-20T15:10:19.118-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SFwpJhDWn3I/AAAAAAAAARc/0RXNhGPV-Xs/s1600-h/paisaje+azul.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214087712056188786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SFwpJhDWn3I/AAAAAAAAARc/0RXNhGPV-Xs/s200/paisaje+azul.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Los hilos dorados<br />de las mañanas<br />se filtraban sin permiso<br />por entre las rendijas<br />iluminando el desorden<br />de sábanas y olores<br />que extrañamente se alargaban<br />hasta la última edición<br />de mi más reciente libro<br />arrojado a la tormenta.<br /></span><br />José Avila Forero.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7349144138286699745-4161402090469623647?l=joseavilaescritor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349144138286699745.post-70301705815533514792008-06-20T14:50:00.000-07:002008-06-20T15:11:15.672-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SFwnbGpR0kI/AAAAAAAAARU/y93jt7a5AGg/s1600-h/aV26A5WJ-bebba8a1d1f7cb107e37d5e647e4e454.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214085815181890114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SFwnbGpR0kI/AAAAAAAAARU/y93jt7a5AGg/s200/aV26A5WJ-bebba8a1d1f7cb107e37d5e647e4e454.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Viajo<br />en contra del viento<br />por territorios oscuros<br />mi brújula<br />solo respira tormentas.<br />conservo<br />los olores del silencio<br />y la herrumbre<br />de las casas abandonadas.<br /><br /></span>José Avila Forero.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7349144138286699745-7030170581553351479?l=joseavilaescritor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349144138286699745.post-69325630184597676072008-06-20T14:44:00.000-07:002008-06-20T14:49:45.347-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SFwl86-I0cI/AAAAAAAAARM/oyN4-3rZIvk/s1600-h/actual_naufragos_del_amor.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SFwl86-I0cI/AAAAAAAAARM/oyN4-3rZIvk/s200/actual_naufragos_del_amor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214084197140451778" /></a><br />Campos abonados de despojos<br />labranzas de miseria.<br />El eco del viento<br />disipa el grito<br />de las ruinas.<br />Las voces habitan<br />el reino de los fantasmas.<br /><br />José Avila Forero<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7349144138286699745-6932563018459767607?l=joseavilaescritor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349144138286699745.post-68398780483704436622008-06-20T14:35:00.000-07:002008-06-20T15:12:52.772-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SFwkS-R6PZI/AAAAAAAAARE/Cf4pkByI-iU/s1600-h/17_Bailarinas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214082376962555282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SFwkS-R6PZI/AAAAAAAAARE/Cf4pkByI-iU/s200/17_Bailarinas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Arrastraba el esclavista<br />extraña enfermedad<br />una luz misteriosa<br />encendía las sombras<br />ante la mirada de los espejos.<br />Cierto día sus descendientes<br />arropados<br />con el color que tanto profanó<br />tatuaronse de piel quemada<br />encendieron los fuegos<br />celebraron sus ritos<br />y se cubrieron<br />con el rescoldo<br />de sus cenizas.<br /><br /></span>José Avila Forero<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7349144138286699745-6839878048370443662?l=joseavilaescritor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349144138286699745.post-21715017503286858792008-06-20T14:21:00.000-07:002008-06-20T15:14:15.266-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SFwiW4O7fYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gplaXEc88P8/s1600-h/desnudo+transparente.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214080245035662722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SFwiW4O7fYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gplaXEc88P8/s200/desnudo+transparente.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Entre manglares pantanosos<br />vestidos de desnudez<br />dos lejanas tormentas<br />arropadas<br />por un viento cómplice<br />la piel ébano<br />iluminando un sol.<br />Unos cuerpos<br />en los confines<br />del deseo.<br />Fieras escondidas<br />ecos sin tiempo<br /></span><br />José Avila Forero<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7349144138286699745-2171501750328685879?l=joseavilaescritor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349144138286699745.post-17471168038000030962008-06-20T13:51:00.000-07:002008-06-20T15:15:10.217-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SFwcZMl5TcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4wdvpwuwr3o/s1600-h/cazador.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214073687790669250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SFwcZMl5TcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4wdvpwuwr3o/s200/cazador.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">El tambor mudo<br />yace abandonado<br />entre cenizas.<br />Una mano invisible<br />ha robado los guerreros<br />que atizaban los leños<br />del fuego sagrado.<br />Muy lejos<br />Muy lejos<br />fueron vistos<br />atados caminando.<br />En su quemante abismo<br />una ráfaga de miedo<br />desbarata la aldea<br />en escómbros incendiados.<br /><br /></span>José Avila Forero<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7349144138286699745-1747116803800003096?l=joseavilaescritor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349144138286699745.post-46589959937215463112008-04-20T16:59:00.000-07:002008-06-20T12:45:20.665-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SAvaUzeoTgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KbnsY_bK2kA/s1600-h/escanear0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191483046425546242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SAvaUzeoTgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KbnsY_bK2kA/s200/escanear0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Datos Personales:</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Jose Avila Forero</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">A los 17 decide ser escritor y poeta.</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">(Tal vez nunca lo logre)</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">Miembro activo de la Asociación de escritores de la Costa.</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">Asistente al taller literario "La Urraka"</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">Miembro del grupo intelectual "La Generación Fallida</span>"</div><embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" width="350px" src=" http://www.crazyprofile.com/butterfly/Butterfly.swf?nr=6&type1=0&type2=3&type3<br />=1&type4=4&type5=5&type6=2" height="300" wmode="transparent"><br/><div><a href></a></div></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7349144138286699745-4658995993721546311?l=joseavilaescritor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349144138286699745.post-40833376693294167032008-04-20T16:04:00.000-07:002008-04-20T16:13:44.128-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SAvNtzeoTbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tZ-I8iLpZcA/s1600-h/escanear0004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191469182271114674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SAvNtzeoTbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tZ-I8iLpZcA/s200/escanear0004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SAvNWDeoTaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uZm6moLQ24A/s1600-h/escanear0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191468774249221538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/SAvNWDeoTaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uZm6moLQ24A/s200/escanear0003.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Libros publicados</span>:</span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Libros inéditos:</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Luis Andrea Sacerdote o brujo</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">(Investigación histórica de la colonia)</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#006600;">Ruido de tambores</span> (Poemario)</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#009900;">Conjuros de negros</span> (Poemario)</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7349144138286699745-4083337669329416703?l=joseavilaescritor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349144138286699745.post-17136983862185758942008-04-11T12:50:00.001-07:002008-04-11T12:50:58.151-07:00<!-- Codigo contadorgratis.com ver. 4.3 --><script language="javascript">var uri = 'http://www.contadorgratis.com/c.php?page=4c31319c0682d250d3ee237480eb611f&amp;digit=ainv&amp;time=' + new String (Math.random()).substring (2, 11);document.write('<sc'+'ript language="JavaScript" src="'+uri+'" charset="ISO-8859-1"></sc'+'ript>');</script><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.contadorgratis.com" target="_blank">Contador Gratis</a></span><!-- FIN Codigo contadorgratis.com --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7349144138286699745-1713698386218575894?l=joseavilaescritor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349144138286699745.post-51379896241086602462008-04-01T14:59:00.000-07:002008-06-20T12:37:06.555-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/R_vtD9FYPTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/68m4K9is0Kg/s1600-h/morgothpic4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187000048039771442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoZ70mx2JrE/R_vtD9FYPTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/68m4K9is0Kg/s200/morgothpic4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Rincón Cultural</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"></span><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;">Ser escritor y poeta no es una ambición mía:</span></div><div> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;">Es una manera de acompañar mis silencios</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;">De exorcizar mis furias y demonios.</span></div><embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" width="350px" src=" http://www.crazyprofile.com/butterfly/Butterfly.swf?nr=6&type1=0&type2=3&type3<br />=1&type4=4&type5=5&type6=2" height="300" wmode="transparent"><br/><div><a href></a></div></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7349144138286699745-5137989624108660246?l=joseavilaescritor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>joseavilaescritor.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07047641254069686907noreply@blogger.com0