tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91277195757520566072012-02-16T20:03:09.165-08:00Papelera de ReciclajeABREPARENTESISPUNTOSDOSPUNTOSCIERRAPARENTESIST h ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18178332116825541048noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127719575752056607.post-88387045489956549872011-06-26T11:12:00.000-07:002011-06-26T11:12:15.427-07:00Escribir sobre acuarelas.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pi-sYNehDbQ/Tgd2VwGt9sI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-kzp8ebw2Lw/s1600/2011_06_26_12_41_56_785.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pi-sYNehDbQ/Tgd2VwGt9sI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-kzp8ebw2Lw/s400/2011_06_26_12_41_56_785.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127719575752056607-8838704548995654987?l=quecafetancargado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>T h ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18178332116825541048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127719575752056607.post-6268150247246033782011-06-11T10:18:00.000-07:002011-06-11T10:24:20.595-07:00Y el preconsciente brilló por su ausencia.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">Murmuró sentidos ocultos<br />miró a través de las ventanas <br />y narró un paisaje ajeno al conocido<br />me mostró el asiento,<br />y entre juegos de palabras<br />formuló un paseo.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><br />Se colocó a mi lado sin cuestionar destinos,<br />comenzó por trazar un acuario <br />se dispuso a ahogar las letras <br />y prosiguió iluminándolas <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jamás me tomo de la mano.<br /><br /> Luego me distrajo e intentó mirarme,<br />entonces me planteé el regateo del calzado<br />arrojé las llaves por la ventana <br />y me eche a andar.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Ebrima;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vhdApcJS7HU/TfOjFqo-QvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_chgTh3ARq0/s1600/DSC08011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vhdApcJS7HU/TfOjFqo-QvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_chgTh3ARq0/s320/DSC08011.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127719575752056607-626815024724603378?l=quecafetancargado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>T h ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18178332116825541048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127719575752056607.post-51927101820383058602011-03-27T22:07:00.000-07:002011-06-11T10:04:52.705-07:00Endorfina, una redacción mínima.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGQS-VBgjiI/TZAXLvp0T1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/WDgGKRzLu1c/s1600/DSC08415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGQS-VBgjiI/TZAXLvp0T1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/WDgGKRzLu1c/s320/DSC08415.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />Ayer tuve miedo<br />de encontrarte<br />tirando piedritas<br />a mi ventana<br /><br />Recortes de llamadas<br />metáforas de abrigos<br />reunidos en simples placeres.<br /><br />Intenté destruir deseos<br />concebir sentidos<br />y cuestionar pulsiones<br /><br />No soy objeto de acrílico<br />ni cadenas de fantasía<br /><br />Soy substancia<br />sensación y especie.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127719575752056607-5192710182038305860?l=quecafetancargado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>T h ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18178332116825541048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127719575752056607.post-49398743282755020752011-03-13T22:00:00.000-07:002011-06-11T10:41:32.515-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Estoy interesada en un poeta taciturno</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Que me sea difícil de inferir</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Que se deshaga en mis lienzos,</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Que extraiga los espejos de las jaulas,</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Que traspase la obscuridad de la inercia,</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Y muera con tal erotismo irónico</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Que termine desterrándome de mis costuras.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBxHACqrLuI/TfOnIoMysXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dw24sH26AR4/s1600/DSC08596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBxHACqrLuI/TfOnIoMysXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dw24sH26AR4/s320/DSC08596.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127719575752056607-4939874328275502075?l=quecafetancargado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>T h ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18178332116825541048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127719575752056607.post-69357825509824293322010-05-24T20:49:00.000-07:002010-05-26T16:22:00.490-07:00.(agradezco que el vector del tiempo me haya puesto en el angulo correcto cuando tu tambien pasabas por ahi)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> i. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127719575752056607-6935782550982429332?l=quecafetancargado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>T h ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18178332116825541048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127719575752056607.post-37889404869948643022010-05-22T13:18:00.000-07:002010-05-24T14:10:03.458-07:00E TER NO POR FIN IN DIS PEN SA BLE<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> LAS PERSONAS TOCAN DE DIFERENTE MANERA,</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A VECES</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> TOCAN PARA DESPERTARTE.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127719575752056607-3788940486994864302?l=quecafetancargado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>T h ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18178332116825541048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127719575752056607.post-87424043487401219242009-07-20T21:03:00.000-07:002011-06-11T10:40:35.324-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE2Aw1PjU9E/Sm9C8Snis2I/AAAAAAAAABo/SOBS1wKWaw4/s1600/DSC01669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363579284778824546" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE2Aw1PjU9E/Sm9C8Snis2I/AAAAAAAAABo/SOBS1wKWaw4/s320/DSC01669.JPG" style="height: 240px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 320px;" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">RECORDE, HABERTE PEDIDO QUE NO LO HICIERAS, PERO SOLO FUE MI VOZ DERRAMADA </div><div style="text-align: center;">A GOTAS A TRAVEZ DEL INFINITO.</div><div style="text-align: center;">TU QUISISTE JUGAR</div><div style="text-align: center;">QUISISTE IR TEJIENDO ESO</div><div style="text-align: center;">QUE NO TIENE FORMA</div><div style="text-align: center;">NI SENTIDO</div><div style="text-align: center;">NI PRINCIPIO</div><div style="text-align: center;">NI FIN,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ESO</div><div style="text-align: center;">JUSTAMENTE</div><div style="text-align: center;">LO QUE BUSCO</div><div style="text-align: center;">ESO QUE ME CONFUNDE</div><div style="text-align: center;">Y ME LLENA</div><div style="text-align: center;">ESO</div><div style="text-align: center;">DE</div><div style="text-align: center;">LO</div><div style="text-align: center;">QUE</div><div style="text-align: center;">ME<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">EM<br /><br />BRU<br /><br />TE<br /><br />CE.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127719575752056607-8742404348740121924?l=quecafetancargado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>T h ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18178332116825541048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127719575752056607.post-58138651376152917342009-07-11T11:27:00.000-07:002009-07-11T11:47:25.403-07:00·DE ADEMANES Y MEDIODIAS·<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE2Aw1PjU9E/Sljd79KDMII/AAAAAAAAABI/-OsYSnZiK1k/s1600-h/DSC01283.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE2Aw1PjU9E/Sljd79KDMII/AAAAAAAAABI/-OsYSnZiK1k/s320/DSC01283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357275778855940226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;">·PUSISTE UN POCO DE CAFE EN MI TAZA·<br />·NADIE LE HABIA PUESTO CAFE A MI TAZA·<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127719575752056607-5813865137615291734?l=quecafetancargado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>T h ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18178332116825541048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127719575752056607.post-53358299252730862512009-07-06T19:26:00.000-07:002009-07-06T19:35:20.425-07:00·DE RENDIJAS Y PARADOJAS·<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE2Aw1PjU9E/SlK0KI9wPsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DQ_Z5RqfPVw/s1600-h/DSC01316.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE2Aw1PjU9E/SlK0KI9wPsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DQ_Z5RqfPVw/s320/DSC01316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355540993195130562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.ABRIENDO VENTANAS .</span><br /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.HACIENDO A UN LADO LAS PAREDES .</span><br /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.HABLANDO A ESCONDIDAS CON LOS ESPEJOS.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">·SOLO TRATANDO DE ENCONTRAR ESE SILENCIO·</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127719575752056607-5335829925273086251?l=quecafetancargado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>T h ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18178332116825541048noreply@blogger.com0