tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40430388493584972312011-04-21T15:48:07.571-07:00Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00358646532336664730noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043038849358497231.post-26739001803952050652009-05-06T21:21:00.001-07:002009-05-06T21:21:54.694-07:00Taladra mi pupila el infinito<br />su hondo misterio con fallido empeño<br />nadie escucha mi voz por más que grito<br />y el silencio responde, todo es sueño<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4043038849358497231-2673900180395205065?l=anrw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00358646532336664730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043038849358497231.post-58937625033511117152009-05-03T16:32:00.001-07:002009-05-06T21:11:09.209-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">...</span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ib-aPAsWsU/SgJeZKiEGUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_lOxq1t7sHw/s1600-h/l_b685bdd75be24d62b7b9a504b84b574a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332928695177058626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ib-aPAsWsU/SgJeZKiEGUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_lOxq1t7sHw/s320/l_b685bdd75be24d62b7b9a504b84b574a.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4043038849358497231-5893762503351111715?l=anrw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00358646532336664730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043038849358497231.post-24820076072289947982009-05-03T15:59:00.000-07:002009-05-03T16:06:25.523-07:00El fuego de ayer quemó mis años<br />inexorablemente me consumo<br />en el ascua encendida en que me abraso<br />me desintegro en polvo de distancia<br />en partículas cósmicas de olvido<br />por la ignorada ruta de los sueños<br />escrubiendo una historia sin sentido.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4043038849358497231-2482007607228994798?l=anrw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00358646532336664730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043038849358497231.post-7111870506084339842009-05-03T15:45:00.000-07:002009-05-03T16:19:44.216-07:00Uno jamás se entera de nada, sencillamente sucede; cualquier día resulta ser que es casi indispensable sentirse complementado.<br />Uno no sabe en que momento ocurre, busca dentro y fuera, sobre y debajo de todo lo existente.<br />Uno se frustra, se siente impotente.<br />Uno no sabe reconocer, ni nombrar, basta con saber que no le pertenece, para <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">anhelarlo</span>.<br /><br />Uno desconoce al mundo, no piensa, ni razona, no comprende.<br />Uno existe, y se complementa, hasta donde el dos y los decimales lo permitan.<br />Uno no entiende, que la peor resta es temerle a esta guerra de signos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4043038849358497231-711187050608433984?l=anrw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00358646532336664730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043038849358497231.post-9767950622190386932009-04-18T16:24:00.000-07:002009-05-03T15:45:14.000-07:00Yo vi pasar el tiempo.<br />Mis células son horas, y a su paso<br />cada minuto llora su fracaso.<br />Yo soy tiempo, tiempo que vuelve al tiempo,<br />donde el tiempo es olvido...eternidad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4043038849358497231-976795062219038693?l=anrw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00358646532336664730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043038849358497231.post-5493280329516482062008-07-22T16:22:00.000-07:002009-05-03T15:44:45.336-07:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ib-aPAsWsU/SfaCXYTG3bI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aPIdoERbhUA/s1600-h/catarina1yc6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329590547210755506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ib-aPAsWsU/SfaCXYTG3bI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aPIdoERbhUA/s320/catarina1yc6.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center">AYER Y YO.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4043038849358497231-549328032951648206?l=anrw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00358646532336664730noreply@blogger.com0