<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393</id><updated>2012-01-09T17:00:19.493+01:00</updated><category term='Libros'/><category term='Tardes del Laberinto'/><title type='text'>Felipe Sérvulo</title><subtitle type='html'>Mis libros publicados y colaboraciones en antologías</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-3357908486494565175</id><published>2011-12-01T22:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T21:04:08.214+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tardes del Laberinto'/><title type='text'>Tardes del Laberinto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6zzDFruhIX0/Ttfx26hoYkI/AAAAAAAAEAw/1oeV1Wuy7kY/s1600/Tardes+del+Laberinto.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6zzDFruhIX0/Ttfx26hoYkI/AAAAAAAAEAw/1oeV1Wuy7kY/s400/Tardes+del+Laberinto.jpeg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parnass Ediciones. Barcelona, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Un grupo literario es como la vida misma. En él conviven personas de lo más heterogéneo: altas, rubias, morenas, guapas y menos guapas, ilustradas y menos ilustradas y, claro, cuando se publica algo del colectivo, el resultado es un fiel reflejo del mismo. Por supuesto les une su amor por la literatura y todos sus miembros merecen un respeto, ya que todos nos hacen partícipes de sus sentimientos cuando deciden plasmar esas inquietudes en el papel. Algunos publican libros y están ahí ofreciéndonos su pérdida de la inocencia, sus amores, sus sueños, rotos o cumplidos, sus desvelos, sus fantasías, su esperanza en la vida…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Y eso es debido a que un día perciben que los sentimientos, los recuerdos, los atardeceres o el color de unos ojos no se borran, perduran más allá de la mera experiencia o del mero encuentro y se adhieren a su piel como esos tatuajes tan de moda, que deben llevar a donde quieran que vayan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Somos estas personas variopintas, imperfectas, vulnerables, auténticas… las que formamos el colectivo &lt;i&gt;El Laberinto de Ariadna&lt;/i&gt;. (Fragmento del prólogo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ariadna-web.org/"&gt;Web &lt;i&gt;El Laberinto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-3357908486494565175?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/3357908486494565175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/3357908486494565175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2011/12/tardes-del-laberinto.html' title='Tardes del Laberinto'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6zzDFruhIX0/Ttfx26hoYkI/AAAAAAAAEAw/1oeV1Wuy7kY/s72-c/Tardes+del+Laberinto.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-2178098699689042912</id><published>2011-04-09T20:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:19:57.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talla G. Antología poética</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XF-_L2h15c4/TaCpNUoJIoI/AAAAAAAADvk/xS1gASyyTLs/s1600/Ajuntament.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XF-_L2h15c4/TaCpNUoJIoI/AAAAAAAADvk/xS1gASyyTLs/s400/Ajuntament.jpeg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lalunaesmía EDITORAS. Linares, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me golpea la noche que desgrana / tu ingrávido cuerpo, / llueve por el arrabal / y yaces inerte cual delicada aloa. / Lo&amp;nbsp;cierto&amp;nbsp;es que pueblas / los sueños de mis insomnios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-2178098699689042912?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/2178098699689042912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/2178098699689042912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2011/04/talla-g-antologia-poetica.html' title='Talla G. Antología poética'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XF-_L2h15c4/TaCpNUoJIoI/AAAAAAAADvk/xS1gASyyTLs/s72-c/Ajuntament.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-779735686576757840</id><published>2011-03-30T16:20:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T20:59:48.982+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vilapoètica - 1ª Antología, coordinada por Micaela Serrano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6AuowuXxio/TZM6cFZh-LI/AAAAAAAADvc/0X4K_fZ8KuI/s1600/Ajuntament+1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6AuowuXxio/TZM6cFZh-LI/AAAAAAAADvc/0X4K_fZ8KuI/s400/Ajuntament+1.jpeg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parnass Ediciones. Barcelona, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PUESTOS a culpar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fueron las corolas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o los recuerdos que un día&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tuvieron nombre. La memoria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de las lilas en su pelo y su olor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-779735686576757840?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/779735686576757840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/779735686576757840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2011/03/vilapoetica-1-antologia-coordinada-por.html' title='Vilapoètica - 1ª Antología, coordinada por Micaela Serrano'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6AuowuXxio/TZM6cFZh-LI/AAAAAAAADvc/0X4K_fZ8KuI/s72-c/Ajuntament+1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-5211920670614429580</id><published>2010-10-05T17:23:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:43:31.932+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonrisas del Sahara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/TKtDj3DpGII/AAAAAAAADKs/0F02bqDVyR0/s1600/go2.wordpress.com.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/TKtDj3DpGII/AAAAAAAADKs/0F02bqDVyR0/s400/go2.wordpress.com.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524583651253753986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editorial Parnass. Barcelona, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Antología poética dedicada a los niños saharauis&lt;br /&gt;Noemí Trujillo Giacomelli - coordinadora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Las calles no te vieron / pero viniste para mis ojos / en un instante de claror / y verbo propio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Atardecía, era verano / y había luces  / y espejos oreados de memoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-5211920670614429580?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/5211920670614429580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/5211920670614429580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2010/10/sonrisas-del-sahara.html' title='Sonrisas del Sahara'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/TKtDj3DpGII/AAAAAAAADKs/0F02bqDVyR0/s72-c/go2.wordpress.com.htm' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-9018397963519432483</id><published>2010-10-05T17:14:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:40:42.952+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Erato bajo la piel del deseo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/TKtA10OyfjI/AAAAAAAADKc/qSNrZBnj3e8/s1600/Erato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/TKtA10OyfjI/AAAAAAAADKc/qSNrZBnj3e8/s400/Erato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524580661197962802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIAL Ediciones. Madrid, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selección de Pura Salceda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Erato bajo la piel del deseo&lt;/span&gt; es una antología de 90 poetas, en lengua castellana, gallega y catalana. Pretende ser un paseo lúdico por la poesía erótica contemporánea de la mano de los versos de autores reconocidos internacionalmente y de nuevas voces que irrumpen con fuerza en el panorama literario.&lt;br /&gt;La nómina de poetas de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Erato bajo la pi&lt;/span&gt;el del deseo la componen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoán Abeleira / Neus Aguado / Anna Aguilar-Amat / Felipe Aranguren / José Antonio Arcediano / Luis Eduardo Aute / Hilario Barrero / Júlia Bel / Antonio Beneyto / Alina Bengochea / Dante Bertini / Hèctor Bofill / Maite Brazales / Àngels Cardona / Yolanda Castaño / David Castillo / Marga Clark / Isla Correyero / Estevo Creus / Luis Alberto de Cuenca / Sol de Diego / Montserrat Doucet / Carles Duarte / Alejandro Duque Amusco / Gonzalo Escarpa / Estíbaliz...Espinosa / Miguel Anxo Fernán Vello / Francisco Ferrer Lerín / Manuel Forcano / Modesto Fraga Moure / Frankan / Ivonne G Ledesma / Xosé Lois García / Lupe Gómez / Valentí Gómez-Oliver / Lola Gracia / Goya Gutiérrez / Carles Hac Mor / Rodolfo Häsler / Fanny Herrera / Balduino de Jarabardo / Vicenç Llorca / Antonio López Medinilla / Antón Lopo / Joan Margarit / Antonio Martín Albalate / Martha Leticia Martínez de León / José Florencio Martínez / Núria Martínez-Vernis / Xosé Luís Méndez Ferrín / Felipe Merino / Dolors Miquel / Cinta Mulet / Daniel Najmías / Lucía Novas Garrido / Olga Novo / Miquel de Palol / Vinyet Panyella / Francesc Parcerisas / Emma Pedreira / Cristina Peri Rossi / Alfonso Pexegueiro / Josep Piera / Aurora Pintado / Dina Posada / Luz Pozo Garza / Mª Xosé Queizán / Xerardo Quintiá / Miriam Reyes / Elvira Riveiro / Claudio Rodríguez Fer / Eva Rumí / Beatriz Russo / Pura Salceda / Cesáreo Sánchez Iglesias / Cèlia Sànchez-Mústich / Julio Santiago / Carles M. Sanuy / Felipe Sérvulo / Josep Anton Soldevila / Antonio Tello / Noemí Trujillo / Iván Tubau / Guillem Vallejo / Jordi Valls / Mireia Vidal-Conte / Branca Vilela / Beatriz Villacañas / Helena Villar Janeiro / Ester Xargay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-9018397963519432483?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/9018397963519432483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/9018397963519432483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2010/10/erato-bajo-la-piel-del-deseo.html' title='Erato bajo la piel del deseo'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/TKtA10OyfjI/AAAAAAAADKc/qSNrZBnj3e8/s72-c/Erato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-5398669944797284511</id><published>2009-10-13T12:39:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:12:33.692+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libros'/><title type='text'>Jornadas poéticas ACEC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/StRZk3089UI/AAAAAAAACuI/kHnDD0jALiI/s1600-h/Jornada+Po%C3%A9ticas+de+ACEC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392033143865537858" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/StRZk3089UI/AAAAAAAACuI/kHnDD0jALiI/s400/Jornada+Po%C3%A9ticas+de+ACEC.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 295px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;VIII Jornadas Poéticas de la Asociación Colegial de Escritores de Cataluña.&lt;br /&gt;Cuadernos de estudio y cultura nº 32&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;PASA EL TIEMPO. / Ni sombras en la calle. / El amanecer que sorprende. / Monte arriba, / los senderos solos. / Garzasa blancas / en las salinas / y el uso amargo del adiós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Del poemario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt; De la pureza de la tierra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lavoz.cat/content/view/929/28/"&gt;Información sobre las Jornadas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-5398669944797284511?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/5398669944797284511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/5398669944797284511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2009/10/jornadas-poeticas-acec.html' title='Jornadas poéticas ACEC'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/StRZk3089UI/AAAAAAAACuI/kHnDD0jALiI/s72-c/Jornada+Po%C3%A9ticas+de+ACEC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-2873296837229307792</id><published>2008-12-09T13:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:11:53.668+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libros'/><title type='text'>Alga. Nº 60 - Especial 25 aniversario</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/ST5rOc37ExI/AAAAAAAABiY/tz8_O8imLUU/s1600-h/Alga+-+25+a%C3%B1os.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277773709337891602" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/ST5rOc37ExI/AAAAAAAABiY/tz8_O8imLUU/s400/Alga+-+25+a%C3%B1os.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 284px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Fue la tarde noche del 27 de diciembre de 1982, en casa de Tomasina Ruiz, donde cinco personas nos reunimos para hablar de la formación de un grupo con ilusiones literarias. Yo tan sólo conocía a Felipe Sérvulo que era quien me había contactado. Los otros tres éremos Francisco Cobacho, que residía en Barcelona, Pepe Gómez que vivía en l'Hospitalet y yo mismo que vivía a cien metros del lugar de la reunión ". (Fragmento del prólogo de esta edicción, de Ignacio Gamen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-2873296837229307792?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/2873296837229307792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/2873296837229307792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/12/alga-n-60-especial-25-aniversario.html' title='Alga. Nº 60 - Especial 25 aniversario'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/ST5rOc37ExI/AAAAAAAABiY/tz8_O8imLUU/s72-c/Alga+-+25+a%C3%B1os.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-765235943038488147</id><published>2008-11-19T20:13:00.026+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T21:05:13.725+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libros'/><title type='text'>El Laberinto de Ariadna. 10 años de poesía - 10 anys de poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/SZ7KU8AAM0I/AAAAAAAABss/MCB6F7N0lu4/s1600-h/El+Laberinto+%28libro%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304899872141357890" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/SZ7KU8AAM0I/AAAAAAAABss/MCB6F7N0lu4/s400/El+Laberinto+%28libro%29.JPG" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 290px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EL LABERINTO DE ARIADNA. 10 años de poesía - 10 anys de poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emboscall Editors. Colección El taller de poesía.  Vic, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Libro conmemorativo que recoge los poemas publicados en el pliego de poesía del mismo nombre  en los 10 años de existencia de este colectivo de escritores de Barcelona y Castelldefels.&lt;br /&gt;La edición y el prólogo son de José Florencio Martínez, Ambrosio Gallego, Araceli Palma - Gris, Josep Anton Soldevila y Felipe Sérvulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;En él han publicado sus composiciones más de 80 poetas, entre ellos los Premio Nacional de Poesía José Corredor - Matheos y Joan Margarit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;La portada es un dibujo original para esta edición del prestigioso artista Jorge Stoysich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A SIETE calles de tu hogar / tomaré el autobús nocturno / y entre el caos / y tediosas arquitecturas / me iré en la noche proletaria. / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Recorreré puentes y cañadas, / lomas y bares / a pie de carretera. /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Circularé sin remisión por autopistas tristes / con teléfonos para emergencias. /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vislumbraré constelaciones / Y, cuando me rinda el sueño, / sabré que la lejanía / es poco más que un paisaje pobre / que sólo alumbras tú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(In itinere)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ariadna-web.org/"&gt;Web&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;El Laberinto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-765235943038488147?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/765235943038488147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/765235943038488147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/11/el-laberinto-de-ariadna.html' title='El Laberinto de Ariadna. 10 años de poesía - 10 anys de poesia'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/SZ7KU8AAM0I/AAAAAAAABss/MCB6F7N0lu4/s72-c/El+Laberinto+%28libro%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-8652203249013895533</id><published>2008-04-22T12:34:00.017+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:51:11.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10 de Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/SA2_iHQXMSI/AAAAAAAABAM/BHSjpwaxkL4/s1600-h/10+de+Barcelona+rebajado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192016538212184354" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/SA2_iHQXMSI/AAAAAAAABAM/BHSjpwaxkL4/s400/10+de+Barcelona+rebajado.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Antología poética. Abadía editors.&lt;br /&gt;Colección Lluerna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Maçaners, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_general"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Formamos parte de la antología: J.A. Arcediano, Ambrosio Gallego, Guillem Vallejo, José Florencio Martínez, Andreu González, Viçens Llorca, Felipe Sérvulo, J.Luis García Herrera, Miquel-Lluís Muntané y Josep Anton Soldevila.&lt;br /&gt;Prólogo de Carles Duarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://10debarcelona.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://10debarcelona.blogspot.com/"&gt;10 de Barcelona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://10debarcelona.blogspot.com/"&gt;, noticias sobre la antología&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://10debarcelona.blogspot.com/2008/06/prlogo-de-carles-duarte-i-montserrat.html"&gt;Prólogo de Carles Duarte i Montserrat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letrashispanas.unlv.edu/vol5iss1/morgado.pdf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-8652203249013895533?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/8652203249013895533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/8652203249013895533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/04/10-de-barcelona.html' title='10 de Barcelona'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/SA2_iHQXMSI/AAAAAAAABAM/BHSjpwaxkL4/s72-c/10+de+Barcelona+rebajado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-5259905905949732321</id><published>2008-04-20T12:23:00.016+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:13:20.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/SAsZ7xdn0lI/AAAAAAAABAE/rfdWN-rspl8/s1600-h/Alga.+Primavera+2008+rebajada"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191271510155186770" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/SAsZ7xdn0lI/AAAAAAAABAE/rfdWN-rspl8/s400/Alga.+Primavera+2008+rebajada" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revista de Literatura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Antología de primavera. Castelldefels, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Coordinan la edición: Goya Gutiérrez y Enric Velo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HE BUSCADO flor de saúco / al sentir tu nombre / hasta la desesperación, / porque morabas los sueños / y temía no encontrarte / al despertar. (páginas 23 y 24).&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-5259905905949732321?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/5259905905949732321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/5259905905949732321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/04/alga.html' title='Alga'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/SAsZ7xdn0lI/AAAAAAAABAE/rfdWN-rspl8/s72-c/Alga.+Primavera+2008+rebajada' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-4598329354196557735</id><published>2008-03-29T09:30:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:15:59.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La visió dels artistes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-3-UY5ONDI/AAAAAAAAA9o/wGQXXakS_n0/s1600-h/Artistes+baja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183078372406604850" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-3-UY5ONDI/AAAAAAAAA9o/wGQXXakS_n0/s400/Artistes+baja.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Grup de Recerques Històriques (GRHIC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Castelldefels (Barcelona), 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;SIN duda nos ha tocado vivir una época poco estimulante. En donde muchos valores tradicionales ya no valen y en donde, atónitos, asistimos al espectáculo de ver encumbrados a individuos mediocres auspiciados por la tiranía de los “mass media”. En el polo opuesto, todos nosotros conocemos a personas de valía que jamás tendrán el reconocimiento que merecen sus actos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Probablemente siempre ha sido así. La fama es caprichosa y volátil, pero hoy ocurre, que los que más gritan, más se les oye, al tener a su disposición unos medios poderosos para transmitir sus despropósitos, lo que se traduce, en muchos caso, en su inmediato éxito en el seno de una sociedad cada vez más superficial y desculturizada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Fragmento del prólogo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.castelldefels.org/grehic/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Grup de Recerques Històriques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-4598329354196557735?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/4598329354196557735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/4598329354196557735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-vis-dels-artistes.html' title='La visió dels artistes'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-3-UY5ONDI/AAAAAAAAA9o/wGQXXakS_n0/s72-c/Artistes+baja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-4135325601751392333</id><published>2008-03-28T18:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:41:08.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La hamaca de lona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-0l-Y5OM_I/AAAAAAAAA9I/d-9hrrWxeqc/s1600-h/La+Hamaca+baja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182840499937883122" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-0l-Y5OM_I/AAAAAAAAA9I/d-9hrrWxeqc/s400/La+Hamaca+baja.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dirige Juan Antonio Mora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madrid, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mujeres en los portales / soledad y cuatro palabras pobres / que se exilian / tal la vida, / camino de la Rambla.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lahamacadelona.com/" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La hamaca de lona&lt;/span&gt;, en Internet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-4135325601751392333?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/4135325601751392333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/4135325601751392333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-hamaca-de-lona.html' title='La hamaca de lona'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-0l-Y5OM_I/AAAAAAAAA9I/d-9hrrWxeqc/s72-c/La+Hamaca+baja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-8215710030445023363</id><published>2008-03-19T20:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:52:31.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Así escribe Andújar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-FtOI5OMUI/AAAAAAAAA0s/A5L7NugcFL0/s1600-h/And%C3%BAjar+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179541136125866306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-FtOI5OMUI/AAAAAAAAA0s/A5L7NugcFL0/s400/And%C3%BAjar+web.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ediciones Plaza Vieja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomos 1 y 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andújar, 2006 y 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;AQUEL invierno estaba siendo especialmente duro. Cada día había noticias de indigentes muertos por congelación, otros morían asfixiados por las estufas de gas, como animales encerrados en sus madrigueras a los que entraba sueño y ya no despertaban. Una simple bajada de cinco o seis grados más de lo habitual y se había producido el caos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ideal.es/jaen/20071125/cultura/publicada-segunda-edicion-libro-20071125.html"&gt;El Ideal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-8215710030445023363?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/8215710030445023363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/8215710030445023363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/03/ediciones-plaza-vieja-andjar-2006-y.html' title='Así escribe Andújar'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-FtOI5OMUI/AAAAAAAAA0s/A5L7NugcFL0/s72-c/And%C3%BAjar+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-7404167510886858769</id><published>2008-03-19T19:47:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:51:50.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartografía de la materia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-Ft4o5OMVI/AAAAAAAAA00/aKgMfklfGMg/s1600-h/cartograf%C3%ADa+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179541866270306642" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-Ft4o5OMVI/AAAAAAAAA00/aKgMfklfGMg/s400/cartograf%C3%ADa+web.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diputación Provincial&lt;br /&gt;Colección "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poesía&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaén, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;''La poesía de Felipe Sérvulo es escueta, sobria, con imágenes atrevidas pero reales. Es una poesía pulcra, minimalista, una poesía de 'campo', de afuera, llena y rebosante de olores, iluminada de colores, perfilada de sonidos, un bosque de nombres olorosos, con la presencia de la naturaleza a pleno pulmón, escrita en la ciudad. Poemas con un ritmo preciso y precioso. Metáforas que son como chispas que saltan, puñaladas que te entran por los ojos y te deslumbran, brasa que quema. Destacaría en sus poemas la limpieza, el trazo limpio, seguro, equilibrado. Parecen poemas escritos con tinta purísima y lápices olorosos en papel de nieve.'' &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hilario_Barrero"&gt;(Hilario Barrero)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://asimelocontaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/con-pilar-quirosa-cheyrouze.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Con Pilar Quirosa, autora del prólogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-7404167510886858769?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/7404167510886858769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/7404167510886858769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/03/diputacin-provincial-jan-2005.html' title='Cartografía de la materia'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-Ft4o5OMVI/AAAAAAAAA00/aKgMfklfGMg/s72-c/cartograf%C3%ADa+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-1713467686402645583</id><published>2008-03-19T19:47:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T00:05:18.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ágora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-0mWI5ONAI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ReZnKS55kXQ/s1600-h/%C3%81gora+rebajada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182840907959776258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-0mWI5ONAI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ReZnKS55kXQ/s400/%C3%81gora+rebajada.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papeles de arte dramático&lt;br /&gt;Segunda época&lt;br /&gt;Dirige Fulgencio Martínez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alcantarilla (Murcia), 2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;RESULTA que descubres / la palabra mayo / y esperas las estaciones / como una verdad. / Luego, la ciudad / muestra su faz envejecida /, / la multitud envolvente, / La calle inmensa / que desanda los pasos.../ (Al declinar la tarde / vi al hombre del fez / y a la mujer de los zarcillos, / y supe por qué, extrañamente, / se ama la distancia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-1713467686402645583?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/1713467686402645583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/1713467686402645583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/03/gora.html' title='Ágora'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-0mWI5ONAI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ReZnKS55kXQ/s72-c/%C3%81gora+rebajada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-6808960731479556747</id><published>2008-03-19T19:46:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:43:20.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Secuencias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-uC4Y5OM-I/AAAAAAAAA8o/oyP5p5ruaWI/s1600-h/Pilar+Quirosa+rebajada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182379701486629858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-uC4Y5OM-I/AAAAAAAAA8o/oyP5p5ruaWI/s400/Pilar+Quirosa+rebajada.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exposición de Pilar Quirosa - Quirouze&lt;br /&gt;Asociación cultural DTEBEOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Almería, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;CAMINAS al infinito mar de los sueños, donde brota la aguamiel para los labios. Donde se impone la cordura de astuto navegante que, en ausencia de azules, busca la verdad de antiguas travesías.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pilar_Quirosa-Cheyrouze"&gt;Enlace a Pilar Quirosa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-6808960731479556747?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/6808960731479556747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/6808960731479556747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/03/secuencias-exposicin-de-pilar-quirosa.html' title='Secuencias'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-uC4Y5OM-I/AAAAAAAAA8o/oyP5p5ruaWI/s72-c/Pilar+Quirosa+rebajada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-1404792975049340744</id><published>2008-03-19T19:23:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:46:59.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Universalització del benestar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-tr1o5OM9I/AAAAAAAAA8g/mloDqz7Sk8E/s1600-h/MailArt+rebajada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182354365474550738" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-tr1o5OM9I/AAAAAAAAA8g/mloDqz7Sk8E/s400/MailArt+rebajada.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mail Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antiga Audiència&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Tarragona, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;QUÉ habrá más allá / de los mil soles / de Andrómeda. / Qué límites de ausencia, / qué latir de llanuras o enigmas, / donde los días / no tienen sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://babab.com/no05/mail_art.htm"&gt;¿Mail Art?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-1404792975049340744?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/1404792975049340744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/1404792975049340744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2004/02/universalitzaci-del-benestar-mail-art.html' title='Universalització del benestar'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-tr1o5OM9I/AAAAAAAAA8g/mloDqz7Sk8E/s72-c/MailArt+rebajada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-7329460332738857590</id><published>2008-03-19T19:23:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:45:53.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tres orillas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-0pXY5ONBI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/kSqokP-drm8/s1600-h/3Orillas+baja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182844227969496082" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-0pXY5ONBI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/kSqokP-drm8/s400/3Orillas+baja.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revista cultural transfronteriza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dirige Paloma Fernández Gomá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Algeciras (Cádiz), 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;TE he buscado / entre los magrebíes / que embarcaban / hacia Nador y Melilla./ Pero dejé el malecón sin verte. / Luego paró el viento. / el sol que ciega, / la rojez y el naufragio / de los cuerpos que esperan / a las cuatro de tarde, / el Estrecho más inmenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-7329460332738857590?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/7329460332738857590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/7329460332738857590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/03/tres-orillas.html' title='Tres orillas'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-0pXY5ONBI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/kSqokP-drm8/s72-c/3Orillas+baja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-2600260076088511988</id><published>2008-03-19T19:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:54:43.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La espuma de los días</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-FpbI5OMSI/AAAAAAAAA0c/vlxr3HFaB5Y/s1600-h/Espuma+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179536961417654562" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-FpbI5OMSI/AAAAAAAAA0c/vlxr3HFaB5Y/s400/Espuma+web.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; Selección de Anna López&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Gràfiques Canigó&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; Castelldefels, 2002&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;JAÉN es muy diferente al resto de Andalucía. A nivel histórico también tiene sus peculiaridades ya que cayó muy pronto en manos de los cristianos, casi 250 años antes que Granada. Esa cristianización se nota en sus monumentos. La parte renacentista (Úbeda, Baeza) es, quizás, única en España. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;En Cazorla se han descubierto árboles milenarios. Yo diría que es la provincia sorpresa, con pueblos maravillosos por descubrir.&lt;br /&gt;Los planes desarrollistas del franquismo impulsaron industrias que después fracasaron. Posiblemente fue una orientación equivocada, quizás te debería haber potenciado la producción de materias primas de calidad para después, comercializarlas con un sello de prestigio. No olvidemos que, actualmente, el aceite giennense es uno de los pocos que existen en el mercado con denominación de origen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Transcripción de un fragmento de entrevista)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arteenventa.com/Europa/Espa%F1a/Catalunya_Barcelona/Castelldefels/foto_13365.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arco de San Lorenzo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-2600260076088511988?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/2600260076088511988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/2600260076088511988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/03/radio-castelldefels.html' title='La espuma de los días'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-FpbI5OMSI/AAAAAAAAA0c/vlxr3HFaB5Y/s72-c/Espuma+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-2268682470414033972</id><published>2008-03-19T18:31:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:55:16.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-FsWo5OMTI/AAAAAAAAA0k/LUbdm6aUMlU/s1600-h/Ponferrada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179540182643126578" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-FsWo5OMTI/AAAAAAAAA0k/LUbdm6aUMlU/s400/Ponferrada.JPG" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayuntamiento de Ponferrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Concejalía de Cultura, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me golpea la noche / que desgrana / tu ingrávido cuerpo, / llueve por el arrabal / y  yaces inerte / cual delicada aloa. / Lo cierto es que pueblas / los sueños de mis insomnios. / Y tuyo es el perfume a lilas / y la luna sobre las corolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-2268682470414033972?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/2268682470414033972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/2268682470414033972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_19.html' title='Poemas'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-FsWo5OMTI/AAAAAAAAA0k/LUbdm6aUMlU/s72-c/Ponferrada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-2801539245541455731</id><published>2008-03-19T18:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:53:38.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Casi la misma luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-IxQ45OMxI/AAAAAAAAA6U/fn09gJKQIYU/s1600-h/Casi+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179756687649551122" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-IxQ45OMxI/AAAAAAAAA6U/fn09gJKQIYU/s400/Casi+web.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tágilis Ediciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colección de literatura Almanzora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Almería, 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"La obsesión por la luz que recorre como traviesos fiordos la poesía de Felipe Sérvulo no nos remite a una claridad en tanto fenómeno físico, sino a un concepto novalisiano del término. La luz como búsqueda infinita que, a su vez, requiere una peculiar gramática interna, una geometría de los sonidos -repito: sonidos de la luz-, una rara y fascinante acústica moral de los espacios. Todo ello parece lograrlo con una facilidad que rezuma ternura por los cuatro costados, pero también una inequívoca capacidad de asombro contenido. Así debe ser la poesía."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/edigitales/entrevista.html?encuentro=2461&amp;amp;k=Javier_Garcia_Sanchez"&gt;Javier García Sánchez&lt;/a&gt;, prologista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-2801539245541455731?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/2801539245541455731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/2801539245541455731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/03/tgilis-ediciones-coleccin-de-literatura.html' title='Casi la misma luz'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-IxQ45OMxI/AAAAAAAAA6U/fn09gJKQIYU/s72-c/Casi+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-7340200860418494316</id><published>2008-03-19T18:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:54:11.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Las noches del Sur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-FmpY5OMRI/AAAAAAAAA0U/sUYg9A0JjAY/s1600-h/noches+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179533907695907090" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-FmpY5OMRI/AAAAAAAAA0U/sUYg9A0JjAY/s400/noches+web.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colección Poetas&lt;br /&gt;Jaén, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1 - LA TIERRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Esta tarde te vi. Un remolino / y la distancia interpuesta. Arrastrabas / al tiempo. Venías / de los más vivos caminos / de los sueños. Sonaron / tus pasos cerca del horizonte. / Al alejarte, / mi nostalgia se convitió / en una pequeña tiranía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-7340200860418494316?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/7340200860418494316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/7340200860418494316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/03/coleccin-poetas.html' title='Las noches del Sur'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-FmpY5OMRI/AAAAAAAAA0U/sUYg9A0JjAY/s72-c/noches+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-1140247972038852327</id><published>2008-03-19T18:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:56:17.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta el límite de las violetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-KH745OMyI/AAAAAAAAA6c/CkNT4fqETyU/s1600-h/Violetas+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179851984383914786" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-KH745OMyI/AAAAAAAAA6c/CkNT4fqETyU/s400/Violetas+web.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Editorial La Mano en el Cajón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barcelona, 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Ser poeta, como ser alto, ser bajo, moreno o rubio, es algo que da la genética que se lleva en la raíz de la sangre.&lt;br /&gt;Pero ejercer la poesía y aprovechar las cualidades innatas que se dan en todo poeta irremediable, es cuestión de tesón, de aprendizaje, de aprovechamiento de una indudable sensibilidad.&lt;br /&gt;Felipe nos muestra qué es poesía y lo que pretende expresar: sentimientos sensaciones, ideales, sueños. Afán por lograr una comunicación sutil, profunda, con la emoción imprescindible en un libro breve, íntimo y resuelto con eficacia. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/agenda/Florentino/huerga/poeta/elpepigen/20050520elpepiage_7/Tes/"&gt;(Florentino Huerga&lt;/a&gt;, prólogo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-1140247972038852327?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/1140247972038852327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/1140247972038852327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/03/hasta-el-lmite-de-las-violetas.html' title='Hasta el límite de las violetas'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-KH745OMyI/AAAAAAAAA6c/CkNT4fqETyU/s72-c/Violetas+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-5424487150522926080</id><published>2008-03-19T17:55:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:59:49.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alga, 10 años de literatura (1982 - 1992)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-Fki45OMQI/AAAAAAAAA0M/euhiIHpnA6Y/s1600-h/Alga+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179531597003501826" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-Fki45OMQI/AAAAAAAAA0M/euhiIHpnA6Y/s400/Alga+web.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Patronat Municipal de Comunicació i Imatge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; Col.leció Castelldefels, 1992&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Una década puede ser nada en el devenir de la Humanidad. O puedes ser todo en una vida y en un quehacer poético. Pues los sentimientos, sensaciones o luces son, a menudo, un chispazo momentáneo e irrepetible que, con el paso del tiempo que todo lo sedimenta, puede ser que ya no compartas.&lt;br /&gt;Pero &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALGA, &lt;/span&gt;nuestra vieja compañera, hace de testigo fiel de los aconteceres transcurridos durante años. Y aunque se reniegue del pasado, o de parte de él, difícilmente se puede ocultar algo de lo que hay constancia escrita." (Fragmento del prólogo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-5424487150522926080?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/5424487150522926080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/5424487150522926080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/03/alga-antologia-potica-1982-1992.html' title='Alga, 10 años de literatura (1982 - 1992)'/><author><name>Felipe Sérvulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821418445265350742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ_HtfQ3OWA/Tr7csu7MLLI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oqK-oWzZDp0/s220/Felipon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-Fki45OMQI/AAAAAAAAA0M/euhiIHpnA6Y/s72-c/Alga+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585605788250882393.post-1296822804969603385</id><published>2008-03-19T17:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:56:38.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verde - Blanco. Alas para la poesía andaluza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-FDYp5VkTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/RhlmIaU8gIs/s1600-h/Verde+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179495137295044914" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1fnoUPl34aw/R-FDYp5VkTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/RhlmIaU8gIs/s400/Verde+web.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antología de poetas andaluces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Málaga, 1982&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"La poesía de Felipe Sérvulo tiene su piedra angular en la brevedad y la síntesis, porque la palabra -fiel compañera, como la llama nuestro poeta- acude a sus poemas en evocaciones certeras, de gustos y sentimientos que hieren y enaltecen su sensibilidad y reverbera en versos cortos que afianza el poso del tiempo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Ernesto Granados, director de la colección.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585605788250882393-1296822804969603385?l=obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/1296822804969603385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585605788250882393/posts/default/1296822804969603385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obrasliterariasdefelipeservulo.blogspot.com/2008/03/verde-blanco-alas-para-la-poesa.html' title='Verde - Blanco. 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