tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31350861998794922762024-03-19T20:10:54.910+09:00♥+♥=♥las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-28229116305912452782010-11-06T14:37:00.004+09:002010-11-14T04:53:32.497+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8n4uuldZW1qbe0zyo1_500.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8n4uuldZW1qbe0zyo1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Om</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-8870794506956501252010-09-09T03:33:00.004+09:002010-09-09T04:04:40.269+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjXd6SRJll_jywYYzfRmWapqBnx5xz_HdTDr2fobXz0Z7Nc_9B2fYYqARHdYGUneEg2isQu24vJUDcihrPSr9FXCBewiS3X7-Wo78s2mNRr8OFg54azt3SrMPC-TLgpm8pEHGrON4RPU/s1600/oh.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjXd6SRJll_jywYYzfRmWapqBnx5xz_HdTDr2fobXz0Z7Nc_9B2fYYqARHdYGUneEg2isQu24vJUDcihrPSr9FXCBewiS3X7-Wo78s2mNRr8OFg54azt3SrMPC-TLgpm8pEHGrON4RPU/s400/oh.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514620571782529650" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">It's all crazy! </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">It's all false!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">t's all a dream!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">It's alright!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-58806413254538626062010-04-02T16:19:00.001+09:002010-05-18T02:05:13.086+09:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">la felicidad</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">es deambular contigo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">y parecer</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">dos tipos que se pasaron de copas, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">cuando caminamos sobrios.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-34590781009231322472009-06-21T06:06:00.004+09:002009-06-24T00:01:30.069+09:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;">haz tenido tantos nombres que ya no sé cómo tildarlos</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">-</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">te he visto en algún pasillo dirección a clases</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">o camino a ti misma</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">vestida no te explico cómo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">con risas forzosas y a veces con risas, simplemente</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">pero siempre azul</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">-</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">y a veces te pareces a Running up that hill de Kate Bush</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">...................................................................</span><em>there's no problems</em></span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">aunque tus dientes son mariscos en el mar</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">vistos desde arriba</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">son como tú y tú</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">-</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">y las cosas se complican solo en la cabeza</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">-</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">los días y las noches son un tema absolutamente tratado</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">pero</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">los días y las noches</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">los días y las noches, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">insisto</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">-</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">los días y las noches contigo: una naturaleza muerta</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">-</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">con un vino bien muerto</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">la terrible vida se nos hace poca</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">y el auto-complacimiento</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">interminable</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">yo tampoco sé nada de poesía</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">-</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">y haz tenido también tantos sobrenombres</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-76339327951460694462009-04-16T04:51:00.001+09:002009-04-16T07:57:51.840+09:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" >MUERTA DE RISA</span><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">In memoriam O.G. y E.M.,<br />infames pájaros patafísicos<br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" >¿Sonríes porque estás bien?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" >¿Sonríes porque te sientes viva en un mundo de muertos donde tú y yo morimos sin llegar a nada más allá de un compromiso de horarios que incluía ir tomados de una mano que no era la que pensábamos era?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" >¿Sonríes porque los helados de la micro ya no cuestan cien sino ciento cincuenta?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" >¿Sonríes porque alguna música sonríe cuando algunos profesores hablan y muchos sonríen y se lavan las manos?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" >Quizás simplemente sonríes porque pronunciaste mi nombre en vano.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" >¿O es que sonríes porque los hipopótamos sonríen mientras el oso fornica con la osa?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" >Repetirse. Fue triste verlo. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-63450865982238648572009-04-09T22:48:00.002+09:002009-04-09T22:52:33.992+09:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid22UEfoZjCKDaA7mWCB1kBzYvMY0c4SpNBSfWhB5CfGMy1qNb6W21oPhatB0NNdTUOHur-BNb4jPFHh6jYAk55AujxsHFX-g4zMydHC5pZSNQQxguN4173PUm8ZCSq52OR0xX96VKXp0/s1600-h/hacercucharitaererer.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid22UEfoZjCKDaA7mWCB1kBzYvMY0c4SpNBSfWhB5CfGMy1qNb6W21oPhatB0NNdTUOHur-BNb4jPFHh6jYAk55AujxsHFX-g4zMydHC5pZSNQQxguN4173PUm8ZCSq52OR0xX96VKXp0/s400/hacercucharitaererer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322688728726552674" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0wctyM1_5VCmrkIe9OfhhMeX6yNzzIdf6hY4X_FUuXwQQGmLs6Q4jdEnXXHL_Ax8xqNdwWaKmwPFmv11Sv6FT7w4sBJN7jOZnwMF0TzOArQ2226zaG4cGChug_rK_bcA7ElZq0YbZuxI/s1600-h/hacercucharitaererer.jpg"><br /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-12400931882949151022009-03-21T08:23:00.012+09:002009-03-22T09:02:47.478+09:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mi novia chateadora</span></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">mientras chateas me pinto las uñas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">con tus esmaltes más bacanes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">los más caros</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">no te das ni cuenta </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.......</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(de saberlo me agarrarías del cogote)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">y mañana llego a trabajar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">con las uñas pintadas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">y todos me huevean </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">con el asunto del trastorno sexual</span>l</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">pero poco me importa</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">porque lo que </span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">ellos </span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">no saben es que tengo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">una novia que no es capaz </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">de mirarme mientras me pinto diez dedos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">con todo cuidado</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-10866605545835177942009-02-26T03:08:00.007+09:002009-04-16T04:54:44.535+09:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTnNXw51ulFLduKF9JbM5kHnd6DBpof4dWqJgnftL1pbkhdv-VXzk-mZpk7S-fwRvF2oeu3_R1n7ev3wY1m9E6j1TVh2UcITmyX3bvw5ITj4xxkypPyf1Om3rFnSfZETW4tdIb2WRL2ww/s1600-h/night.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTnNXw51ulFLduKF9JbM5kHnd6DBpof4dWqJgnftL1pbkhdv-VXzk-mZpk7S-fwRvF2oeu3_R1n7ev3wY1m9E6j1TVh2UcITmyX3bvw5ITj4xxkypPyf1Om3rFnSfZETW4tdIb2WRL2ww/s400/night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306798804082281026" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span>when you cry listening to<br />Earth, Wind & Fire's "September"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">on </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Night at the museum</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />you can surely know the end is so, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">so close. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-40419774088844528362009-01-28T08:40:00.002+09:002009-01-28T08:44:04.908+09:00<span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br />cada destello que no pude anotar</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">cada palabra que vino y no quise escuchar</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">cada papel perdido</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> .....</span>me duele</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">me duele como solo tú me dueles</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> ...........................</span>vuelve pronto, Diego Molinari</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">tu ocultación nos duele, niño de 79 años</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">...........................</span>me duele vivir por dentro</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">...........................</span>y no hablar con la mirada</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-55729384669826066822009-01-20T11:08:00.007+09:002011-07-23T22:44:05.741+09:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;">Oh, sí, la tristeza, verdad</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;">.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;">.........</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;">la tristeza nos encanta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;">.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;">el mundo se arrodilla por amor</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;">........</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;">y muchos tenemos las rodillas bien peladas ya</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;">yo también me he preguntado</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;">cómo vivir la vida si no es juntos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;">..........</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;">y ese tipo de cochinadas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;">.......</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;">pero al final todas te dicen lo mismo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;">te quiero, te quiero.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;">............</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;">y hay veces que lo dicen en serio</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;">lo que es peor</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;">todo se trata de que les gusta el copi</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;">.....</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;">igual que a las viejas de todos nosotros</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;">.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;">.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;">...............................</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;">la cura para el dolor está en el dolor<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-75250461907340113242009-01-06T10:01:00.004+09:002009-04-16T05:13:06.700+09:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" ><span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sí, señor,</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" ><span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Israel es el Hitler de Medio Oriente</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" >(les gusta a ellos no más)</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-50746423128865695592008-12-26T15:20:00.003+09:002008-12-28T01:34:55.275+09:00<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >Julia, sweet Julia, sweetest Julia, lollipop Julia are no more. Who will be the next on your deathlist? Come here, Julia, sit on my books. I will listen to your tails of madness. Wheeze to me, Julia, wheeze, oui, oui. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-39081612846195683752008-11-12T00:58:00.007+09:002008-11-14T05:10:12.978+09:00<div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">Un hombre que no ama fácil,</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">ama demasiado</span></em></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">agente especial Dale Cooper</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">la próxima vez que te vea te lo juro</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">te lo juro</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">que me acerco</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">te lo juro</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">y me enseñas cómo es la vida<br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;">.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />ahora todo está en mis manos</span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">............</span><span style="color:#000000;">lo más posible es que cague</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">................</span><span style="color:#000000;">después de más de 42 meses caminando con la mano muerta </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">pff<br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />una historia de amor de verdad, eso es lo que me falta<br /></span></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#000000;">alguien con corazón<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span> </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /><br />oye, mamá, te encantaría verme ahora</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-78749318565298382872008-11-06T22:24:00.008+09:002008-11-07T02:53:35.767+09:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfug8q9zbehNwNPgi0yW2aTjd-0Fp8v8U4qmGBGNumvNVPvyJFbtZN421FtBPFT0QQvCDX07_wSWXwq3ixvhx_vcYFzXd8ycq6WwUu4eTuqrD4muTz8V-3tn2Eq5VqImxfCj8SoKjyY8/s1600-h/nacional.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265536739115939362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfug8q9zbehNwNPgi0yW2aTjd-0Fp8v8U4qmGBGNumvNVPvyJFbtZN421FtBPFT0QQvCDX07_wSWXwq3ixvhx_vcYFzXd8ycq6WwUu4eTuqrD4muTz8V-3tn2Eq5VqImxfCj8SoKjyY8/s400/nacional.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />quién iba a pensar que iba a ver a Carcass un día como ayer,<br />día histórico para nuestro país de mierdra,<br />tomando Jim Beam<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />y cruzándoseme, curiosamente, en alguna nota, una tal María<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />ojalá venga Cat Power<br /><em>melt me down into big black armor</em>, Charlyn<br /><br />hay que amar en secreto<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />si lo cuentas<br />es muy posible que no lo entiendan bien<div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-88753790896217540702008-10-29T18:46:00.000+09:002008-10-29T18:47:38.722+09:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfMkq68Jf0_3iairiBm2xFguySKP47FMYaZ9RUtvn3uxyK_xfQXkU3Y9BRjp_qqerFvFOPV_0EYJj3sHQ-41eYSG2VsraLbMjZfDI5VqEeecYxUbnCmSCUSTsdZQ2mDZ7jIpzI4XpEf6k/s1600-h/titiculia2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262510258285432002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfMkq68Jf0_3iairiBm2xFguySKP47FMYaZ9RUtvn3uxyK_xfQXkU3Y9BRjp_qqerFvFOPV_0EYJj3sHQ-41eYSG2VsraLbMjZfDI5VqEeecYxUbnCmSCUSTsdZQ2mDZ7jIpzI4XpEf6k/s400/titiculia2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-45364034606345202362008-10-19T10:50:00.006+09:002008-12-25T08:34:23.409+09:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..........</span>sentía</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..................</span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#000000;">sin pelos en la lengua</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..........</span>el maldito dolor que separaba cada kilómetro de nuestras comunas</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">..............................</span> <span style="color:#000000;">si es que estabas en tu casa y no en la de tu super nuevo pololo</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..........</span>que quizás vive cerca mío</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.............................</span><span style="color:#000000;">cosa que no es capaz de traerte ningún recuerdo</span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..........</span>y que, obviamente, debe ser un terabyte de veces más pulento que yo</span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..........</span>un tipo flaco y muchas veces desganado<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..........</span>que empezó a escuchar Joy Division</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..........</span>tarde<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..........</span>en la micro</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">..............................................</span><span style="color:#000000;">mándale saludos</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..............................................</span><span style="color:#000000;">dile que echo de menos</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..............................................</span><span style="color:#000000;">tus tetas caídas de grandes </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..............................................</span><span style="color:#000000;">pezones transparentes</span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-88487142846331951172008-10-08T11:22:00.005+09:002008-10-10T12:30:51.882+09:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">¡A UN AÑO</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">!</span></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjufHSSDRCq3CeAzRD6uo-C3qqflSqXSG5gL1uuMdcf4U1rlzw0edKeKCxfQRk6axZexEihTdzv9oq7bzh6tYBD1SG2X47z9uz_x8fhS0OEiuy6c10BbE2BdxPYH9s1EPXqnPeY5P4EGeY/s1600-h/anathema+paint.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254603011934658290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjufHSSDRCq3CeAzRD6uo-C3qqflSqXSG5gL1uuMdcf4U1rlzw0edKeKCxfQRk6axZexEihTdzv9oq7bzh6tYBD1SG2X47z9uz_x8fhS0OEiuy6c10BbE2BdxPYH9s1EPXqnPeY5P4EGeY/s400/anathema+paint.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">When the silence beckons</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And the day draws to a close</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">When the light of your life sighs</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And love dies in your eyes</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Only then will I realize</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">What you mean to me.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.......................</span><span style="color:#333333;">como muchos gritaron ese día: </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">..................................."</span><span style="color:#000000;">GRANDE ANATHEMA CONCHETUMADRE</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-25597020108056347792008-10-05T11:38:00.007+09:002008-10-06T23:10:09.765+09:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCJbJkz4HdLiqTuoQX081ltGq4gDcNQ-xU45GPnCzTgKVvhZTsYAeXsg66umeZ4-adhrIJNcs0H79Ew6vVogpp0LdTxk_5J2YI4zEtTn9Alwqq7mscbvHhaqG3ZIm3W4Qt1U9kvc2dPU/s1600-h/esquebot3.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253735525897925234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCJbJkz4HdLiqTuoQX081ltGq4gDcNQ-xU45GPnCzTgKVvhZTsYAeXsg66umeZ4-adhrIJNcs0H79Ew6vVogpp0LdTxk_5J2YI4zEtTn9Alwqq7mscbvHhaqG3ZIm3W4Qt1U9kvc2dPU/s400/esquebot3.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#996633;">si no es ésto es lo otro</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-83154696771381417212008-09-07T23:51:00.015+09:002008-10-07T01:48:10.070+09:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusacNNMAybCOTFlZ5M0DUS7uqfs5WXJsQrlNhJBKBQsfsQ6e2cBSciHUtwYNcjhFThCGDx31X1TPikJL9BMCRHrTUsana9XOnTapbBPM7GqNKTFKZyt3sD3VkGASyHrVWgJmx6VWeZ3o/s1600-h/lichtenberg_fig1.1"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243367575068319890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusacNNMAybCOTFlZ5M0DUS7uqfs5WXJsQrlNhJBKBQsfsQ6e2cBSciHUtwYNcjhFThCGDx31X1TPikJL9BMCRHrTUsana9XOnTapbBPM7GqNKTFKZyt3sD3VkGASyHrVWgJmx6VWeZ3o/s400/lichtenberg_fig1.1" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_MlPs760SFo2aG0tkxFlpMx1wBsnosLLHgMNRxFPFHlaJ2wFs3m6T7mCIRjZwDthlbadfDllGtdHPYdGz41LjgG7S-AkfunDIQ1nkkSk_UQCed_rlK78aL_o9F1S94rhCItXOES3bxnE/s1600-h/lichtenberg_fig1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">.....</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">.....</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">yo tampoco descubro mucho, Enano,<br />pero pude descubrir que tarde o temprano<br />todos van a hacerte daño.<br />la cuestión es quién vale la pena el dolor. y quién no.</span> </span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#000000;">En portada: fragmento del experiemento conocido como<br /></span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#000000;"><em>Las estrellas de Lichtenberg</em></span>.<br /></span><span style="color:#000000;">//</span><span style="color:#000000;">coloreado a mouse</span></p><br /><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">...............</span>PS:<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">............................</span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">111111111 x 111111111 = 12345678987654321</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-36680993513420291222008-08-31T06:29:00.006+09:002008-09-02T09:40:40.134+09:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKykKn5iRBi3utgOhaH2HOzddGK6tD7Hl1DvK9poxCtI3XpHBzckz4vN2rGDaKzwcE5w5gS7S9RWy5Iip_Hl4KeU4Xl9hCAQ9tf5h5yQ37i0HbwMlnv-UgOwVViMU2nbV3yPhNJUm-z0/s1600-h/momentos+previos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240426949840717858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKykKn5iRBi3utgOhaH2HOzddGK6tD7Hl1DvK9poxCtI3XpHBzckz4vN2rGDaKzwcE5w5gS7S9RWy5Iip_Hl4KeU4Xl9hCAQ9tf5h5yQ37i0HbwMlnv-UgOwVViMU2nbV3yPhNJUm-z0/s400/momentos+previos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)">doble click en los días nublados variando a nublado</span></div></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)">.</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>Momentos previos</em>, foto serigrafía sobre plástico </div><div align="center">de Paula Anguita<br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-8027378232814188012008-08-29T18:38:00.009+09:002008-08-29T19:04:17.084+09:00<span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-family:georgia;" >alucino,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)">...............</span>porque</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)">...........</span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-family:georgia;" >todo lo que pienso es mentira</span><br /><p align="justify"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiK7ke7xJF-OGXXe6y4tYOfRX1VOodAUuWVOvZo7GE4fABEZxepCm3tzkyycjwec3MCxyVgfpit_5Z0b4-K1o0RnBOhnrdniAUhXTYHMlbCwbGLaSLtkUICseCD1-cHI6xQBRiMWcb27g/s1600-h/verde.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239872026699462386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiK7ke7xJF-OGXXe6y4tYOfRX1VOodAUuWVOvZo7GE4fABEZxepCm3tzkyycjwec3MCxyVgfpit_5Z0b4-K1o0RnBOhnrdniAUhXTYHMlbCwbGLaSLtkUICseCD1-cHI6xQBRiMWcb27g/s320/verde.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-57979007477972510472008-08-21T13:08:00.002+09:002008-08-21T13:12:13.306+09:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5rYdD1c-MxPXSCbqYnj9LGd3FaZAjFzlAOuWtmlnsfTYg6b-QGSzlBrQRrqrz3d0OnSyHPBcbZwFNqBJTMD5mYa7h6EDrV-JwM2H-A4OQrsqVpvhLaannZKLZZ0XzZ74qfJxkiYDQ3Sc/s1600-h/SNC10422.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236818127654704898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5rYdD1c-MxPXSCbqYnj9LGd3FaZAjFzlAOuWtmlnsfTYg6b-QGSzlBrQRrqrz3d0OnSyHPBcbZwFNqBJTMD5mYa7h6EDrV-JwM2H-A4OQrsqVpvhLaannZKLZZ0XzZ74qfJxkiYDQ3Sc/s320/SNC10422.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><em>ya no está segura de si la trizadura está en los objetos o en su mirada</em><br /></span><div><span style="color:#666666;">Cynthia Rimsky</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">JAMÁS EL OJO HUMANO </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#666666;">CONTEMPLÓ TANTA ESTUPIDEZ</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-82448190955604674562008-06-07T10:22:00.003+09:002008-07-02T08:18:58.200+09:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7uBMxQCiQHxZ4GePvbfM6BkpQDY9yaNry_OToGilcPSi405v1rBW0Zv8dV2kXGv87PyGivv6kTaT2RR3W5nU9iww8VOiXitI5Ho9yvseGxuvuswDOG6qPpiyUFQfbsl4wcdZaglfSRSI/s1600-h/SNC10377.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218189040824724642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7uBMxQCiQHxZ4GePvbfM6BkpQDY9yaNry_OToGilcPSi405v1rBW0Zv8dV2kXGv87PyGivv6kTaT2RR3W5nU9iww8VOiXitI5Ho9yvseGxuvuswDOG6qPpiyUFQfbsl4wcdZaglfSRSI/s320/SNC10377.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17nphlW_UbRxX9JExFHz3j1TLYafoSvmTvsVmfXd5ZWizofK3c8SFV7WjiFExsKoQakujgYEFG2jmodVA99sWfAFf_G7pq8vwciv_JiDcPpFoZiI0jYXvml6LL2VGDZgTFFAefUcbB4E/s1600-h/lán2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="right">las posadas no son domicilios<br />Marianne Moore<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#333333;">y me perdía entre las luces de las casas </span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span>contemplando el jazz<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">..........</span> desde las azoteas<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#333333;">ecología del silencio<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#333333;">déjame ir<br />déjame ir en blanco y negro </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-2666252940981994212008-05-05T04:13:00.003+09:002008-05-07T08:51:48.380+09:00han pasado muchos años ayer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIf09_NRd3BlI09kAZCGC5HkrPcQd5S7x__fyQ0nTtReFUMm6HlMyc9z5YSzscgKkx_Duy-2B8TbXj3i3z4OWAmj1MXl90GaEzXDrc7eGJAZZSm7ghyLDJ1KOia5yU_dPfhyphenhyphenxXoNEKIUE/s1600-h/oh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196605496493191138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIf09_NRd3BlI09kAZCGC5HkrPcQd5S7x__fyQ0nTtReFUMm6HlMyc9z5YSzscgKkx_Duy-2B8TbXj3i3z4OWAmj1MXl90GaEzXDrc7eGJAZZSm7ghyLDJ1KOia5yU_dPfhyphenhyphenxXoNEKIUE/s400/oh.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#333333;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Han pasado muchos años ayer</strong><br /><br /><br />estuve debajo del desierto<br />levité sobre la muralla china a 10 cm. del suelo y a 10 Km/h<br />todo el paisaje dependió de mí<br />arranqué de la policía por tres meses y aún no me pillan<br />fui todas las fotos, de todas las casas, de todos los muertos<br />me introduje de cuerpo entero en un enchufe<br />nací otro<br /><br />estuve contigo<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />y nada me gustó. </span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135086199879492276.post-90931947205399252932008-02-16T04:04:00.007+09:002008-04-05T09:15:03.586+09:00no se rebelen<span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWdoJIHOfUeFq25NDrEDlqMnkGx3m4UNuH0XWLmIpYJ4uhT8eJX1jEf9bSZui5B8FtcV_nVqeHx4tJaZzPoByj2zmHEA_LivN9MGqtObHyhazWLHeIIq92mcMcPDl5aQOorULNPrGuuKQ/s1600-h/la+triste+realidad3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167287890389132290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWdoJIHOfUeFq25NDrEDlqMnkGx3m4UNuH0XWLmIpYJ4uhT8eJX1jEf9bSZui5B8FtcV_nVqeHx4tJaZzPoByj2zmHEA_LivN9MGqtObHyhazWLHeIIq92mcMcPDl5aQOorULNPrGuuKQ/s400/la+triste+realidad3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.............................................................................</span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">no se rebelen. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">...................................................................</span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">revelen.</span> </span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">hip</div>las lágrimas del cocodrilohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293504334660803723noreply@blogger.com3