tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64474929892776520072024-03-04T22:27:04.823-08:00TempoIo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-37009181272149327972010-02-07T15:50:00.000-08:002010-02-07T15:51:29.884-08:00Siguiendo a Kavafis.¿Y donde voy ahora<br />si no tengo raíz en la tierra<br />si el mundo entero es Alejandría?Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-65732504279679821492010-01-25T15:21:00.000-08:002010-01-25T15:38:53.409-08:00Banderín 55: SUPURA.<object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKpWwbW0Tb8&hl=es_ES&fs=1&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKpWwbW0Tb8&hl=es_ES&fs=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>
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<br />Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-7075203695967408102009-12-04T18:23:00.001-08:002009-12-04T18:27:51.522-08:00Sans Title.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7hGTDFnBUTkA12U8CmyoF4DW8uLPVhKQKW4SGo1mlF4XX3XcygYhiEUq9jU9veek3mcXtJsxkdo1U4zjOskD6yXvd392FMh_Rf05OUwe4D3DXIEpzOUD4yV2hyKsb1iVod5w1dfodFjI/s1600-h/d83a4c9e943a1ebc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7hGTDFnBUTkA12U8CmyoF4DW8uLPVhKQKW4SGo1mlF4XX3XcygYhiEUq9jU9veek3mcXtJsxkdo1U4zjOskD6yXvd392FMh_Rf05OUwe4D3DXIEpzOUD4yV2hyKsb1iVod5w1dfodFjI/s320/d83a4c9e943a1ebc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411572906225370002" border="0" /></a><br />Sin nada. Mas que este azul agua calléndonos en las entrañas.Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-63045781980201336272009-09-29T11:33:00.000-07:002009-09-29T11:59:15.857-07:00La partida.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ZJmvDo9sTqGTvnBcZ-7Qbjr5M63j_1iBzKHbtBnLpO9TFPDbmydOwK86VQj2PCnQZM4FDh2ue1whD6nHQZ5LfxK_hQw646Gu001oYQraJMNqvWUxg9sJq4MUIC3gb7P_6bxYjUgtAtI/s1600-h/BlacknWhite_by_DreamerDeceiver.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ZJmvDo9sTqGTvnBcZ-7Qbjr5M63j_1iBzKHbtBnLpO9TFPDbmydOwK86VQj2PCnQZM4FDh2ue1whD6nHQZ5LfxK_hQw646Gu001oYQraJMNqvWUxg9sJq4MUIC3gb7P_6bxYjUgtAtI/s320/BlacknWhite_by_DreamerDeceiver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386961253507252994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgSbZmQKgy9Mk8HmIKykzvWzHReoQjjvQW2Rn32ccsxgJWvvGK9wUuLiuzKRwhx6Kbeu3zL6z9PUXUiVzDTNvGLKnazfVxxHsvl0gxc2A7jnDWHOrWQv847DA4ycBVbv_mYvK6KmDqErc/s1600-h/Enlightenment.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgSbZmQKgy9Mk8HmIKykzvWzHReoQjjvQW2Rn32ccsxgJWvvGK9wUuLiuzKRwhx6Kbeu3zL6z9PUXUiVzDTNvGLKnazfVxxHsvl0gxc2A7jnDWHOrWQv847DA4ycBVbv_mYvK6KmDqErc/s320/Enlightenment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386961023957615906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Ven<br /> Decidamos<br /> Quién gobierna.<br /><br /> Juguemos al ajedrez.<br /><br /><br /> Ven<br /> Solventemos<br /> el mundo.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOWccrUqIDYm3sQwM70HEzhepQcSb7mP0pU_f8c36BBt6DCPlKoqGyaCvKH1ldrzJaFirua85GEDWZNLXKoPqQF7qIhyZ1jVVqaVhsSk6kt4cCjv-25aWOUk4Q6domPwWXUsVp5pNU5c/s1600-h/royal+games.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOWccrUqIDYm3sQwM70HEzhepQcSb7mP0pU_f8c36BBt6DCPlKoqGyaCvKH1ldrzJaFirua85GEDWZNLXKoPqQF7qIhyZ1jVVqaVhsSk6kt4cCjv-25aWOUk4Q6domPwWXUsVp5pNU5c/s320/royal+games.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386965551888857058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Izq: Enlightenment. Centro: Royal Games. Dcha:BlacknWhite_by_DreamerDeceiver)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-46301037705319145462009-09-13T16:01:00.000-07:002009-09-13T16:12:21.423-07:00Búsqueda.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7P4m1ruJx_rEbrS90-LSFWLZzkvCPD0Jr8uV6ISx0ZEdFpes9WbuipXZZKLdaZ3gNK5bX49treTejEISx7HXOQYLMoeZPkxmGKT-yn6GYF-Z6nnUH2XMC3-vz53000UU0tLlC6yDcJeY/s1600-h/Tantalo__His_dream_by_loganart.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7P4m1ruJx_rEbrS90-LSFWLZzkvCPD0Jr8uV6ISx0ZEdFpes9WbuipXZZKLdaZ3gNK5bX49treTejEISx7HXOQYLMoeZPkxmGKT-yn6GYF-Z6nnUH2XMC3-vz53000UU0tLlC6yDcJeY/s320/Tantalo__His_dream_by_loganart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381092832399782258" border="0" /></a><br />La originalidad es inútil: no existe.<br />Las cosas cambian porque cambian las personas.<br /><br />Subjetividad: invento del siglo XX.<br />Confusión. Ego.<br /><br />Quizás por eso la literatura sea la más verdadera historia:<br />De ego a ego: percepción a percepción.<br /><br />Subjetivo. Y sin embargo,<br />subyace alguna verdad:<br /><br />Ciencias, lo llaman.<br />Lo único fiable, dicen.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" > Image by Loganart</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >.</span><br /></div>Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-22657548333271272012009-07-30T07:21:00.000-07:002009-07-30T07:34:05.219-07:00Horizonte, horizontes.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlTfRHK-EjEobDYSgnNJjR7aa8hA_mIREaNXbPyXHKqVPC3IspHnIwzk7jzQUycDEBXC_Lipwh8FeEFx3Lxs3xa8MWlxd4ntVhL9jqoq5qSIFdOYdFVYGG5iDncSSppsOeLi80r0zEkWg/s1600-h/P1000869.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlTfRHK-EjEobDYSgnNJjR7aa8hA_mIREaNXbPyXHKqVPC3IspHnIwzk7jzQUycDEBXC_Lipwh8FeEFx3Lxs3xa8MWlxd4ntVhL9jqoq5qSIFdOYdFVYGG5iDncSSppsOeLi80r0zEkWg/s320/P1000869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364259482919393970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOpZnr2nQMYK7Y41qN9qZvBjFZiyx4YdQt5ElgF6wj4E7C9qKGmj4JRMC43-HoTq5yYk-v1AKbFFwHPNy7fDcvMniddqLREYjMl1PbbpzwPZOdoA-ydWOVNtGqrl_60wDwPtQ44HLq84/s1600-h/P1000880.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOpZnr2nQMYK7Y41qN9qZvBjFZiyx4YdQt5ElgF6wj4E7C9qKGmj4JRMC43-HoTq5yYk-v1AKbFFwHPNy7fDcvMniddqLREYjMl1PbbpzwPZOdoA-ydWOVNtGqrl_60wDwPtQ44HLq84/s320/P1000880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364258830033492098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWEuvftAHqJ-qdyLTOS8fUYYpqHsAq4PyzxqROkqWX6-wdCMVw_R49EN2nfQXmp0UBSX0ylVMh8y8Z0o_ZOxcKA7LHOY1Y-WJkbrFpgSHDWmFydtzRPcJ1TSUfpPZtHGhzcbVOTEzOJM/s1600-h/P1000993.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWEuvftAHqJ-qdyLTOS8fUYYpqHsAq4PyzxqROkqWX6-wdCMVw_R49EN2nfQXmp0UBSX0ylVMh8y8Z0o_ZOxcKA7LHOY1Y-WJkbrFpgSHDWmFydtzRPcJ1TSUfpPZtHGhzcbVOTEzOJM/s320/P1000993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364258391780048898" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Julio, 2009, Cabo de Gata.<br />Pequeña al mirar estrellas.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Que llegue<br />que llegue y lo vea.<br />¡Extingamonos!<br /><br /><br />Y luego,<br />que empiede otra vez.</span><br /></span></span></div>Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-37995381612470653842009-07-29T06:51:00.000-07:002009-07-29T06:54:07.462-07:00Nunca seremos princesas.Lilith hazme un hueco en el infierno.<br />No pienso arrepentirme:<br />de ninguna noche,<br />de ningun cuerpo.Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-69569724305426525182009-07-03T11:39:00.000-07:002009-07-03T12:14:45.230-07:00Las voces del mundo - Nosotros, los "desarrollados"<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgigeiYZRBEUammubMGmYHPA7oR0QupVO6tfHyuWde_vmEqcWP0MhOr7MpdJr5vYdmG5zKtahkzz8hDRGiVZpXzhhk90FzVJJAPNj4AoDeGesfEEnccviW15gpEMrIM3mT2XJzOAcQKvJk/s1600-h/Kaleidoscoped_by_red_wine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgigeiYZRBEUammubMGmYHPA7oR0QupVO6tfHyuWde_vmEqcWP0MhOr7MpdJr5vYdmG5zKtahkzz8hDRGiVZpXzhhk90FzVJJAPNj4AoDeGesfEEnccviW15gpEMrIM3mT2XJzOAcQKvJk/s320/Kaleidoscoped_by_red_wine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354312992168565218" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"> (<span style="font-style: italic;">Kaleidoscopic</span> by Red Wine)</span><br /></div><br />En esta semana de junio en las <span style="font-style: italic;">Noticias</span> de La Primera pudo escucharse por las pantallas una voz civil que decía desesperada:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">La culpa ya no se la hecho a ellos, os la hecho a vosotros, a las Naciones Unidas porque creasteis los derechos humanos y no estáis haciendo nada. Esto está ocurriendo y no estáis haciendo nada.</span><br /><br />Lo más atroz de de las cosas malas de la gente mala<br />es el silencio de la gente buena.<br /><br />Lo más atroz de las cosas malas de la gente mala es<br />el silencio de la gente buena.<br /><br /><br />LO MÁS ATROZ DE LAS COSAS MALAS DE LA GENTE MALA<br />ES EL SILENCIO DE LA GENTE BUENA*.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">La rutina de muertos invade el televisor a la hora de la comida,<br />y sus consecuencias,<br />y sus consecuencias.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">*Mohandas Gandhi.</span><br /></span>Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-8768786275400928892009-07-03T09:50:00.001-07:002009-07-03T09:55:25.866-07:00Tranquilo,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwY7f021W461tgU4Qk9Z-9sSftacbQFto_quJaMmqWbmoE3X8jxoBGeq_o8h8DFZjombR-6GFMYSZlj2lEbWrMrS_jN3aZZjNfvvHC01fXHcFB89QKfteoSDlduNIgwn207T1dHKtZiOs/s1600-h/eyes+like+sea+glass_miss+deathwish.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwY7f021W461tgU4Qk9Z-9sSftacbQFto_quJaMmqWbmoE3X8jxoBGeq_o8h8DFZjombR-6GFMYSZlj2lEbWrMrS_jN3aZZjNfvvHC01fXHcFB89QKfteoSDlduNIgwn207T1dHKtZiOs/s320/eyes+like+sea+glass_miss+deathwish.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354277833299210498" border="0" /></a> ( <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Imagen by Miss deathwish)</span></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">cuando estés al final del abismo,<br />podrás comenzar a subir.<br /></div>Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-41755864169927919192009-07-03T09:46:00.000-07:002009-09-29T17:00:08.808-07:00¿Quién es?Nos entretiene<br />nos divierte,<br />nos hace pensar,<br />nos pone en contacto:<br />con nosotros mismos<br />con los muertos.<br />Nos une en<br />este hilo infinito con<br />principio y fin,<br />aunque contínuo.Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-39223689762975271242009-07-03T09:43:00.000-07:002009-07-03T12:28:43.719-07:00In.No se que decirte.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Realmente.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />No sé que decirte.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Estás tan cerca<br />que no parece real<br />este millón de abismos<br />que nos impide hablar.Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-85001849521604144522009-07-02T14:03:00.000-07:002009-07-02T14:07:53.089-07:00CansadaDe no estar sola<br />y teneros a todos tan lejos.<br /><br />De teneros a ratos.<br /><br />De perder en la bruma los recuerdos.Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-8804613835292369412009-06-26T14:20:00.000-07:002009-06-26T14:21:07.965-07:00DimeA través de qué agujero miras<br />la realidad de tus sueños.Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-66363142473229034572009-06-26T13:24:00.000-07:002009-06-26T13:25:30.769-07:00MuertosQue esos muertos no hayan sido en vano,<br />que hayamos aprendido.Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-58248419811316561972009-06-19T16:58:00.000-07:002009-06-20T03:03:29.441-07:00Faro.Tengo el sexo encendido<br />como un faro en la noche,<br />para que puedas verlo desde lejos<br />y, a través de la bruma, llegues a mi.Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-75147568721054962722009-06-19T16:53:00.000-07:002009-06-20T03:03:01.886-07:00XI.Sin fronteras.<br /><br /><br />Me faltan<br /><br />manos<br /><br />bocas<br /><br />piernas<br /><br />cuerpos.<br /><br /><br />Me faltan corazones.<br /><br /><br /><br />No entiendes:<br />te quiero.Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-19690852027284972472009-06-18T08:42:00.000-07:002009-06-18T08:43:20.894-07:00Amor.Amor<br />¿qué me atas<br />con un para siempre?Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-49907015011883861192009-06-18T08:34:00.000-07:002009-06-20T03:14:21.262-07:00Lêthê.Hades, bajan tus aguas turbulentas,<br />demasiadas almas para nacer.<br /><br />El elíseo superpoblado,<br />los grandes no merecieron el tártaro.<br /><br />Pasó, olvido, pasado.Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-46339833273400289982009-06-18T08:33:00.000-07:002009-06-18T08:34:23.708-07:00Calor de Venus.Mis mil dedos<br />pensaron en tí.Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-73271509488590511592009-06-18T08:29:00.001-07:002009-06-18T08:47:24.693-07:00Y no sé si la rosa se pudrió de amor<br />o el amor se pudrió con tantas rosas.<br /><br />Se gasta el tiempo en pulsaciones aceleradas.<br /><br />El sauce llorón se alimenta de lágrimas.<br /><br />Suerte que yo no me alimento de tí.Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-27432947177666675562009-06-18T08:22:00.000-07:002009-06-19T14:10:05.782-07:00Las sirenas.A ráfagas tránsfugas de color ambimarino<br />se le sumaron los días, uno tras otro<br />con la calidez del coral<br />formándose gotitas iridiscentes.<br /><br />Tras las sonrisas de agua<br /><br />un rayo de luz flotaba en el ojo.<br /><br /><br /><br />Sal en los labios.Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-57109483998259795152009-06-18T08:07:00.000-07:002009-06-18T08:10:17.467-07:00La cadencia de su voz...<br /><br /><br />Dicen<br />que tras la muerte<br />lo primero en olvidarse<br />es la voz.<br /><br /><br />La cadencia de su voz...<br /><br /><br />Pasan los días,<br />se diluye el sonido.<br /><br /><br />La cadencia de su voz...<br /><br /><br />La rescato y<br /><br />la oigo leer.Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-10350698442214835352009-02-06T16:49:00.000-08:002009-02-06T16:50:13.545-08:00Todas las mujeres enlutadas<br />reposan en tu espalda.Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-1164581978121834062009-02-06T16:48:00.000-08:002009-02-06T16:49:35.082-08:00Crisis<div style="text-align: center;">Me senté<br />sobre<br />las<br />ácidas<br />tripas<br />de<br />su<br />agonía<br />para<br />reirme<br />de<br />tanta<br />estupidez.<br /><br />¡Já!<br /></div>Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447492989277652007.post-84792930208708358612009-02-06T16:46:00.000-08:002009-02-06T16:47:43.575-08:00Ahora,<br />cuando te oigo coser con hímenes<br />y vertebrar tus versos<br />a base de oscura sangre<br />comprendo<br />la voz<br />de tantas mujeres muertas.Io.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305003346725613798noreply@blogger.com3