tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324147432011-04-21T18:58:47.331-07:00Haiku es simplemente lo que está sucediendo en este lugar, en este momento. Matsuo BashōPablo Torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15784663638850805692noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414743.post-88022568750556902452008-08-04T08:52:00.000-07:002008-08-04T09:08:33.842-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m7_tYL9dpLU/SJcpVLAU7GI/AAAAAAAADzc/1Yi7J-sAc4E/s1600-h/PICT0114.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m7_tYL9dpLU/SJcpVLAU7GI/AAAAAAAADzc/1Yi7J-sAc4E/s320/PICT0114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230694935922273378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br />La hierba reverdece<br /> Sin ayuda de nadie<br /> La flor florece<br /><br /><br /><br />Shiki</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32414743-8802256875055690245?l=mishaikufavoritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15784663638850805692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414743.post-79274955143904110312008-03-25T21:32:00.001-07:002008-03-25T21:32:52.989-07:00<span style="font-style:italic;">Por esta senda<br />no hay nadie que camine:<br />fines de otoño.</span><br /><br /><br />Bashö<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32414743-7927495514390411031?l=mishaikufavoritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15784663638850805692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414743.post-60438746070164525712007-05-22T21:44:00.001-07:002007-05-22T21:44:23.453-07:00<span style="font-style: italic;">pájaros inseguros cantan<br />tiempo de colibríes<br />las hojas mueren al caer<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mio<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32414743-6043874607016452571?l=mishaikufavoritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15784663638850805692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414743.post-81790106483268594092007-01-19T08:02:00.000-08:002007-01-19T08:04:38.125-08:00De vez en cuando<br />se escucha la cascada<br />entre hojas jóvenes.<br /><br /><br /><br />Yosa Buson<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32414743-8179010648326859409?l=mishaikufavoritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15784663638850805692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414743.post-65104700573317000862006-12-29T18:40:00.000-08:002006-12-29T18:41:16.964-08:00Oh mariposa.<br />¿Qué sueñas,<br />cuando agitas tus alas?<br /><br /><br />Chiyo ni<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32414743-6510470057331700086?l=mishaikufavoritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15784663638850805692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32414743.post-1155065227503435222006-08-08T12:26:00.000-07:002006-11-14T10:55:41.199-08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Un viejo estanque;<br /> se zambulle una rana,<br /> ruido de agua.</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32414743-115506522750343522?l=mishaikufavoritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15784663638850805692noreply@blogger.com0