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Ibas a seguir siendo igualgla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.comBlogger2191125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-87952044164125938412024-03-16T09:20:00.000-07:002024-03-17T18:21:55.752-07:00Belleza y luz <p> </p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Un río de infancias se desliza a un costado de mis recuerdos</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Hermanos riendo bajo el árbol de los sueños importantes de los niños</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Eran palabras...</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Palabras que decían</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Palabras cargadas de sentido, </span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">de magia bajo el efecto de la ternura</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Palabras que aún en el silencio infinito, </span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">se escuchaban con el mismo amor que se pronunciaban en labios inocentes</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Eran palabras despojadas de malas intenciones</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Palabras que el tiempo se llevó, </span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">junto con el silencioso aletear de los pájaros</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Palabras que el viento se llevó,</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">dejando atrás la pureza de los chiquillos de entonces</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrkPkQ-jzDZkaBtBqWy4sgmcY3dySu9xUs_k6ybehUBaTfH0AJ5kfizTPhF69dmxy8LdkwMrj1oYsvLgdw0RMEq-IW9SOLItQbFPMQ5UzBYjeW8yE6Nv0tUl43vaROM0xhElJwxXUepRJQQ6orj99x5H_WOmuMQdRYEkzSDQwUrAbHzeRX6SxcIx8H/s564/937bf0ea2b70d927e253e1ca0b712240.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrkPkQ-jzDZkaBtBqWy4sgmcY3dySu9xUs_k6ybehUBaTfH0AJ5kfizTPhF69dmxy8LdkwMrj1oYsvLgdw0RMEq-IW9SOLItQbFPMQ5UzBYjeW8yE6Nv0tUl43vaROM0xhElJwxXUepRJQQ6orj99x5H_WOmuMQdRYEkzSDQwUrAbHzeRX6SxcIx8H/s320/937bf0ea2b70d927e253e1ca0b712240.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-60966699132259862522024-03-07T14:58:00.000-08:002024-03-07T14:58:10.589-08:00Nada que decir<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqFyh4-gzRw7mHyCnYoAYiQ1kmywk_Lx18aZf4W_YUAh3oJDVMRd_WSUzM_nQKHnEu7473wkzu_Twy-DPGJtVEripQSAbZ8vxAXH6taMgMhM_WaIH5pJLfsvT5y6vWAbLxMwz_CQ-v9rs3O0y3xzC3Dub0V3HHtZk3m4lu8WlLsD12p3FFdZfzybQ/s300/b2c2bf2285a1cbe60e0c46768e8f2845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="296" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqFyh4-gzRw7mHyCnYoAYiQ1kmywk_Lx18aZf4W_YUAh3oJDVMRd_WSUzM_nQKHnEu7473wkzu_Twy-DPGJtVEripQSAbZ8vxAXH6taMgMhM_WaIH5pJLfsvT5y6vWAbLxMwz_CQ-v9rs3O0y3xzC3Dub0V3HHtZk3m4lu8WlLsD12p3FFdZfzybQ/s1600/b2c2bf2285a1cbe60e0c46768e8f2845.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">A esta altura de un tiempo que pasa muy rápido</span></p><p><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">No sabría que decir a mis acompañantes</span></p><p><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Ni a Caranchhhh,</span></p><p><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">ni a Unicornio Negro</span></p><p><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Ni a ningunos</span></p><p><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">A los cuervos</span></p><p><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">A las charatas</span></p><p><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tampoco a mi gata Masha</span></p><p><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La cosa es así...estamos perdidos en el espacio-tiempo </span></p><p><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">y no hay marcha atrás en este universo,</span></p><p><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">quizás en el otro, cuando lleguemos a destino</span></p><p><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me acuerdo, hace cincuenta años tenía una gatita multicolor,</span></p><p><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">se llamaba Aleta, dormía conmigo, de noche y de día</span></p><p><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Una compañera ideal</span></p><p><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Hasta que un día pensó que corría mas fuerte que un perro...perdió la partida.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-67187252354028741022024-02-19T17:52:00.000-08:002024-02-19T17:52:30.848-08:00Palabras esperadas<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La tristeza marcaba sus pasos</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Uno</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Dos</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tres</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Cuatro</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Se detenía frente al paredón</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">y con lagrimas en los ojos</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">se despedía</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Una vez más</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Ya tenía todos los años juntos</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Sus ojos tristes </span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">miraban a lo lejos</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">cerca del infinito</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Sus labios fruncidos</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">susurra las palabras</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Mañana encontrará </span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">encontrará</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">por fin ese beso</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">tan ansiado</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiblIriafh5cw_PXJKDRSZWa8Qk6qJGyuU_ZnYisKu3uqpYnpa4yGaQ35QiXRY6Xv39ykXnIXBHVH5iMCm0bLsa83piOx4E2m2IbdlDwtWKqZg6dLSgwbD4NWXLOc10SR-Hp7L4zVlQuh9mkDYoqWblJHjrb6Tf-Ti7ZJ2fQ6VSaXJIP2g4guh-RgiM/s563/46ff8932e5a2fd8a15e9bb35d94c9d98.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="561" data-original-width="563" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiblIriafh5cw_PXJKDRSZWa8Qk6qJGyuU_ZnYisKu3uqpYnpa4yGaQ35QiXRY6Xv39ykXnIXBHVH5iMCm0bLsa83piOx4E2m2IbdlDwtWKqZg6dLSgwbD4NWXLOc10SR-Hp7L4zVlQuh9mkDYoqWblJHjrb6Tf-Ti7ZJ2fQ6VSaXJIP2g4guh-RgiM/s320/46ff8932e5a2fd8a15e9bb35d94c9d98.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-77261688529958205862024-02-05T03:42:00.000-08:002024-02-05T03:42:14.379-08:00Zona de muerte<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Veamos que nos trajo el día, dijo la infeliz, </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">quemándose en la hoguera</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">¡Cuántas veces se repiten los patrones!</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Nunca aprendemos</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Hay letrero muy grande que dice:</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">"No volar en zona de muerte"</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Ahí vamos</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Ahí morimos</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Volvemos a votar a los psicópatas</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZAfKpgNDGHOmkyf2LEEsbri8uCOno1LslA4LZz5p2lmbXoFOcoQBZGmdca7_xh6W8zPGAx-XmAN7MIIIt9FzQGhtpzFMZ4TMJIDENHmgb0ySj2nQSaAXHhzolF7Dc5Je2sV_wY63Q-OiRoS_BVW4MYrKvkEaW3DDHMLJOIyuODnLtZ4Pj3Whh1C-r/s308/d4626cb3f5c22af0ce5073b85ed2cdc4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="308" data-original-width="236" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZAfKpgNDGHOmkyf2LEEsbri8uCOno1LslA4LZz5p2lmbXoFOcoQBZGmdca7_xh6W8zPGAx-XmAN7MIIIt9FzQGhtpzFMZ4TMJIDENHmgb0ySj2nQSaAXHhzolF7Dc5Je2sV_wY63Q-OiRoS_BVW4MYrKvkEaW3DDHMLJOIyuODnLtZ4Pj3Whh1C-r/s1600/d4626cb3f5c22af0ce5073b85ed2cdc4.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-32268668104888387642024-01-25T04:29:00.000-08:002024-01-25T04:29:06.420-08:00Muy atrás<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Pandora</span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Es una brujita del fin de los tiempos</span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tiene el don de curar los males emocionales, producidos por las cambios climáticos en la naturaleza</span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La tarea no es fácil, mas cuando el humano está directamente involucrado y es culpable </span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Ella va bordando en una gran cortina, una naturaleza ideal y en cada puntada va sanando incendios, deforestaciones, matanza de animales, inundaciones, entre otras cosas</span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La naturaleza es frágil y fuerte al mismo tiempo</span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Se regenera y si embargo con el correr del tiempo, a veces no alcanza, no le alcanza cuando el predador de un planeta, como es el hombre va muy rápido</span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El tiempo no alcanza</span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Pandora, trata de subsanar los errores humanos </span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Va quedando atrás...muy atrás</span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtE-YPcIBBFnbe6vvgBLAvb9MOKMGBs1EufukWrT1w7EF5Aq9ygMdEe7TF8SnhGU7SCn9OiIfRvqVd0fcUqRGXkHKH5uHMwHHHxZJInbNlLi6ooyd3TZDcvZSj4wn5ifUfEruUlVRenJKWQvwX31kBuWMFd2dq1VWmIHdVPFcdckkOcm1okIFVfiy2/s794/2acfc9097ea9adbb474daec4bc969e89.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="794" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtE-YPcIBBFnbe6vvgBLAvb9MOKMGBs1EufukWrT1w7EF5Aq9ygMdEe7TF8SnhGU7SCn9OiIfRvqVd0fcUqRGXkHKH5uHMwHHHxZJInbNlLi6ooyd3TZDcvZSj4wn5ifUfEruUlVRenJKWQvwX31kBuWMFd2dq1VWmIHdVPFcdckkOcm1okIFVfiy2/s320/2acfc9097ea9adbb474daec4bc969e89.jpg" width="227" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-64143743213238023712024-01-19T15:51:00.000-08:002024-01-19T15:51:27.718-08:00YYYYYYYYYYYYYY<p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">¿Que pasaría si rompiéramos los días tristes?</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRm8S7TFsj9BBYo72easokBP9KYgyasN7xsyRguD53uFqP_NJ9WYmCbxlOIvEt-5QwbJtXh420rUYNV0j-lzztelr7lWsD0QXG_AeH-uhIGLN1VH7rwCEe1uSZogRIDDZtOblUEQzzgu0t_XikyDJcuxa0YFYlpMpiz1nm4lPzTBjAMRN_VE_5uGwj/s450/450_1000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="338" data-original-width="450" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRm8S7TFsj9BBYo72easokBP9KYgyasN7xsyRguD53uFqP_NJ9WYmCbxlOIvEt-5QwbJtXh420rUYNV0j-lzztelr7lWsD0QXG_AeH-uhIGLN1VH7rwCEe1uSZogRIDDZtOblUEQzzgu0t_XikyDJcuxa0YFYlpMpiz1nm4lPzTBjAMRN_VE_5uGwj/s320/450_1000.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-46114597075881544782024-01-17T10:21:00.000-08:002024-01-17T10:21:47.640-08:00No es fácil<p> </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Estoy esperando que pase un camión</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Gritar a todo pulmón</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La vida no es tan fácil</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Quiero saber vivirla</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKcpDVMdx4LJ1lkgtzbrd2brGQnBDs7yUiR3Kjyd9zvmExhmKYoREaQnhw2wBxQv9Ab-Lx7AUQSq7PlNnN3vGcV1SZhQF19MX2cj0rPsndtNiZu5nvfs61BmYrEyL714L62dlgM-VpCQTuTRa01YH7_5qSIPmi6wTZdiopUypGpEOnZ4R8r7co7k3/s540/122120974_3510618135659972_4991002490404826890_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="540" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKcpDVMdx4LJ1lkgtzbrd2brGQnBDs7yUiR3Kjyd9zvmExhmKYoREaQnhw2wBxQv9Ab-Lx7AUQSq7PlNnN3vGcV1SZhQF19MX2cj0rPsndtNiZu5nvfs61BmYrEyL714L62dlgM-VpCQTuTRa01YH7_5qSIPmi6wTZdiopUypGpEOnZ4R8r7co7k3/s320/122120974_3510618135659972_4991002490404826890_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-14596016846387464122024-01-13T04:00:00.000-08:002024-01-13T04:00:26.293-08:00Abrazo<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3W1o6wjAIYKFC0KSNER3Mh5NRCyYN6MmBZjAxz_I7E6KFzbNPY8ueIVQOFIyS09RQj7J3qQ0bvd0Y5peqHPK3oFfKrRLe5OZwiFMAy8YSx-jLLGQ5IFCu_mkPhyc66biyXhEUFNnTn9RH4gc87FSgFZvvYJNF3b7DcsS8EOAZJ59H5mL1ZxGHNx2/s846/45014eeeb4960924cc898f21a7624b31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3W1o6wjAIYKFC0KSNER3Mh5NRCyYN6MmBZjAxz_I7E6KFzbNPY8ueIVQOFIyS09RQj7J3qQ0bvd0Y5peqHPK3oFfKrRLe5OZwiFMAy8YSx-jLLGQ5IFCu_mkPhyc66biyXhEUFNnTn9RH4gc87FSgFZvvYJNF3b7DcsS8EOAZJ59H5mL1ZxGHNx2/s320/45014eeeb4960924cc898f21a7624b31.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Caranchhhh y Ñaku han estado buscando una imagen esperanzador para el nuevo año</span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Encontraron esa imagen cada una en la otra</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-88540982414278148722024-01-09T09:06:00.000-08:002024-01-09T09:06:47.656-08:00Al vuelo del picaflor<p> </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Pasó un tren a media noche</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Se llevó las caricias y los besos</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Partió hacia el sur</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Volverá dentro de un mes al medio día</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Traerá rosas y sonrisas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Y un picaflor volará en mi ventana</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdcfNxM5WcECBwCLonv639GSTMYDIfB9AIp7FqnzxAiNJY7T6xsDH-WXNPSKpA6NoxnkbUpzeGiY5a5d4kX7ddrv7oBMDJ3wfwjJZXYD0HQBuPDS8lHmdceRqGnLsy1HaXbCZJSD0zv_70w8yk5ZqRph7-tYC-CNMDDfJsHWaU6962QicDWa-UeOn/s811/3dc4a196212325a22949cd9564c32861.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="474" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdcfNxM5WcECBwCLonv639GSTMYDIfB9AIp7FqnzxAiNJY7T6xsDH-WXNPSKpA6NoxnkbUpzeGiY5a5d4kX7ddrv7oBMDJ3wfwjJZXYD0HQBuPDS8lHmdceRqGnLsy1HaXbCZJSD0zv_70w8yk5ZqRph7-tYC-CNMDDfJsHWaU6962QicDWa-UeOn/w230-h394/3dc4a196212325a22949cd9564c32861.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-43682356279839170512024-01-08T05:42:00.000-08:002024-01-08T05:42:34.168-08:00Qué pasó <p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyLOUlfOSIwXk9JVyKAC5W4Vak6tmECQ4IJgr_z0sIeqryoq9-LjBoiP3Zaz9X7eb6w5q9y5CGCpsyV8ZK1u4XFVsvIHeCVDvpR57OpZbEm8kWXdYiZGUb7QqUUlKQMshl7AzN2FIaBQPTM4o5veJKRyIEIZt2WlMjeZvfOyX6mDYsF0YqbE9_q8_x/s660/50606719_382433849199936_2374393088144572416_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="660" data-original-width="479" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyLOUlfOSIwXk9JVyKAC5W4Vak6tmECQ4IJgr_z0sIeqryoq9-LjBoiP3Zaz9X7eb6w5q9y5CGCpsyV8ZK1u4XFVsvIHeCVDvpR57OpZbEm8kWXdYiZGUb7QqUUlKQMshl7AzN2FIaBQPTM4o5veJKRyIEIZt2WlMjeZvfOyX6mDYsF0YqbE9_q8_x/s320/50606719_382433849199936_2374393088144572416_n.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me pareció ver a un lindo gatito, asomarse por la ventana del tiempo</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Todo dorado y sin pelos en la lengua de fuego</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Rompí el silencio de la noche y grité </span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El grito se rompió y cayó en pedazos a mis pies que danzaban</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Un recuerdo se coló y el grito se volvió llanto</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El espejo se rajó</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El gatito se perdió</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-42394451470704273742024-01-03T04:03:00.000-08:002024-01-03T04:03:08.175-08:00Hoy...<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrBhFewmV7bd3HZBhH5FgmOapIj8CV42QLc14ROeGWJHwkYSOMChycBlK80HRDwEVrhgbsxnGTJfWhe_mQ8wTU96VZZQSmm1FG3pBYmebRmhrKhy9HaFqIKwX8JCgzSh3w3kxZrB7viNo-KD9BRq8E11g1Wnn-x7HBmJC9smI1BCcNLL3bs5Fnu5Xz/s945/Dise%C3%B1o-sin-t%C3%ADtulo-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="945" data-original-width="945" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrBhFewmV7bd3HZBhH5FgmOapIj8CV42QLc14ROeGWJHwkYSOMChycBlK80HRDwEVrhgbsxnGTJfWhe_mQ8wTU96VZZQSmm1FG3pBYmebRmhrKhy9HaFqIKwX8JCgzSh3w3kxZrB7viNo-KD9BRq8E11g1Wnn-x7HBmJC9smI1BCcNLL3bs5Fnu5Xz/s320/Dise%C3%B1o-sin-t%C3%ADtulo-9.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Hoy comienzo a romper los esquemas </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">A desojar margaritas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">A correr tras el viento </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">A recordar besos </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">A sonreír en los amaneceres amarillos</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">A vislumbrar tus días</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Y pensar que aún amo</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-30580328739287645362024-01-02T09:00:00.000-08:002024-01-02T09:01:49.526-08:00Allá va...<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZv5Z8CkcE8SVIAsQD9nCswGEQZVGa2Agi_NxZibpWPSHjocspLmp0OMbymErmuh02m4DQjnrgwAEYjF7yvKhsCVHvBR46GWT5v7G8-hqVd96mwraImrB9FgaTArrV6d2ydJOGL-yYuZQjXxZJ3_ArWB-C2UuJbvIdy2ae9dBOOZpFekAA9UpjDf9a/s615/792e86570a37ccc84985b8e98a169ed2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="615" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZv5Z8CkcE8SVIAsQD9nCswGEQZVGa2Agi_NxZibpWPSHjocspLmp0OMbymErmuh02m4DQjnrgwAEYjF7yvKhsCVHvBR46GWT5v7G8-hqVd96mwraImrB9FgaTArrV6d2ydJOGL-yYuZQjXxZJ3_ArWB-C2UuJbvIdy2ae9dBOOZpFekAA9UpjDf9a/s320/792e86570a37ccc84985b8e98a169ed2.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">¿<span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Sabes?</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">He logrado atar las penas, las tristezas y la melancolía que atravesaban mi corazón en la cola de una pandorga, para que el viento se lo lleve al espacio exterior, bien lejos para que nadie se cruce con ella</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">¿Sabes?</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">No fue fácil</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El viento venía de lado y apenas logré alcanzarlo</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El tráfico estaba pesado y el horno no estaba para bollos</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">¿Sabes?</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Eso fue lo que pasó</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-59654792956526188412023-12-31T12:59:00.000-08:002023-12-31T12:59:18.248-08:00Ya no hay retroceso <p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV09Qh50GfWww3jPow2SGErlsfvmT_ZcyH0vi7JW8Z7gWmFhQHiw0bD4EtpvzolM3kK9eLQvLbdO1zkZxGnsH15qw-dTvyZbx6T_9ZNDSDvJb5f09PGi4OFMNCxErmVGrsg4SmAyKQDicJquv1LVnmB2NlRA6vnW1W869iRTIaiqRILmoddGeXoc9g/s368/bc2fcfe19e6f26580c8b0b6ce79f4c12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="368" data-original-width="236" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV09Qh50GfWww3jPow2SGErlsfvmT_ZcyH0vi7JW8Z7gWmFhQHiw0bD4EtpvzolM3kK9eLQvLbdO1zkZxGnsH15qw-dTvyZbx6T_9ZNDSDvJb5f09PGi4OFMNCxErmVGrsg4SmAyKQDicJquv1LVnmB2NlRA6vnW1W869iRTIaiqRILmoddGeXoc9g/s320/bc2fcfe19e6f26580c8b0b6ce79f4c12.jpg" width="205" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">A veces pienso que a la mitad de las personas que habita este ´planeta, le gusta torturar a la otra mitad restante, y esta parte de la población mundial deja que eso suceda, no se porqué.</span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tal vez es un miedo latente o solo un dejarse estar, vivir la vida por inercia o quizás esperando al santo redentor que les va a dar el lugar correspondido.</span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Sin embargo yo creo que un día llegará y se revelarán los oprimidos y los sumisos, no se cuando pero este mundo así como está, ya no da para más.</span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Yo no estoy resignada</span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Yo no estoy muerta</span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Yo solo quiero tener calma, mucha calma para resolver lo que me toca.</span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Este año que comienza trae esperanzas y oportunidad para todos.</span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-61500684883485489672023-12-18T10:16:00.000-08:002023-12-18T10:16:13.756-08:00Mariposa de tarde<div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Estoy cambiando,</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">en el sentido suave de la palabra</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Estoy cambiando,</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">en el latido lento de mi corazón</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Estoy cambiando,</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">en el florecer de las campanitas</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Estoy cambiando,</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">en las letras de tu canción</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me siento volar,</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">en el tiempo</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me siento volar,</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">en las rutas</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me siento volar,</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">en el show del cóndor</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me siento volar,</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">en la locura que me acompaña</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Siempre.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMtWnj4ke3IFRGbCjxtM1uhl4Y4LB-RW3pneF0IkVMuXPlpMmlMUfFx-YXD8eHoKNBZm_Ct5gO8eKhy7cp4yEpTW0AAYdf0jZCBKHm2UbI7VPJJTp1BXGi3cS1FpXXIrsdOBYScNWTDQCXFrJWdx77ghkKQGyw5MGUSTmM_y_ju4BWU0ItuU5Qu4vt/s418/8f06a894d254d6c9e2b1ee90de092297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="418" data-original-width="236" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMtWnj4ke3IFRGbCjxtM1uhl4Y4LB-RW3pneF0IkVMuXPlpMmlMUfFx-YXD8eHoKNBZm_Ct5gO8eKhy7cp4yEpTW0AAYdf0jZCBKHm2UbI7VPJJTp1BXGi3cS1FpXXIrsdOBYScNWTDQCXFrJWdx77ghkKQGyw5MGUSTmM_y_ju4BWU0ItuU5Qu4vt/s320/8f06a894d254d6c9e2b1ee90de092297.jpg" width="181" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-73956600643611051802023-12-14T13:50:00.000-08:002023-12-14T13:50:02.784-08:00Tan lejos<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5M5B2T1ylg2tBB0iy2QPmbVh-i_HmDs-Y93Ta9HMoxfi8WFmKs6-0WLoVcfsLEsswjIPcYOWrShIJMashNR8ZEzljDYlv05PlJGLRG3xDgcI6xoVyG7FaMmp1NbQEpUp8Wak2gqPoRBSUkqWXYWbjGayHjnkws1tMV9ED2CDNmCIJLk4brxMKGBG/s418/9472a311aeec77575530b14c4e55f250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="418" data-original-width="235" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5M5B2T1ylg2tBB0iy2QPmbVh-i_HmDs-Y93Ta9HMoxfi8WFmKs6-0WLoVcfsLEsswjIPcYOWrShIJMashNR8ZEzljDYlv05PlJGLRG3xDgcI6xoVyG7FaMmp1NbQEpUp8Wak2gqPoRBSUkqWXYWbjGayHjnkws1tMV9ED2CDNmCIJLk4brxMKGBG/s320/9472a311aeec77575530b14c4e55f250.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Siento caer el día</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Lavando mis ojos</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Mi necedad</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Mi sorpresa en esta vida</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Es verdad...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me encuentro vulnerable</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"> cerrada</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me protejo con "mi montaña"</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me escondo... </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;">muy lejos</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">muy</span></span><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"> dentro</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Sonrío un poco y te mando un beso</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-26063305368978413242023-12-04T11:26:00.000-08:002023-12-04T11:26:08.503-08:00Yo...solo espero que me esperes<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDXnzA_fe7sMh0aEaODhuHx6Hebpb5dRZz2FWQvJI4X1k2AqNgxcv2TSWIAiMjRcaytBEhRCGIVUj95WQpafSkQzNoAESdIIbkHpJs_GWr0E3_pcOgM98wAzKPWuM1-BDMgSMoDNJNkUikhQ_XmKJfut0jnvhX6hMBvRspZ3rpaZVHX62d5vAjSgF0/s236/7a9001a2e7b7b2a2e2569e8eb3726c0e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="236" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDXnzA_fe7sMh0aEaODhuHx6Hebpb5dRZz2FWQvJI4X1k2AqNgxcv2TSWIAiMjRcaytBEhRCGIVUj95WQpafSkQzNoAESdIIbkHpJs_GWr0E3_pcOgM98wAzKPWuM1-BDMgSMoDNJNkUikhQ_XmKJfut0jnvhX6hMBvRspZ3rpaZVHX62d5vAjSgF0/s1600/7a9001a2e7b7b2a2e2569e8eb3726c0e.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tratando de descifrar el misterio de este mundo en el cual existo</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">A veces me encuentro con seres que ya no están</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Indudablemente me miro con seres que solo viven en mi imaginación o quizás en la imaginación de los otros-otros</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Trato de equilibrar la mente para no perderme en esos vuelos con las pandorgas de la infancia</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">He descubierto como hablar con el cóndor y mandar mensajes secretos al águila dorada que vuela en otros cielos</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Sueño que te beso en cada esquina de las calles que me llevan hacia mis sueños mas profundos</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Yo...solo espero que me esperes...</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-19447240973349002352023-12-01T11:01:00.000-08:002023-12-01T11:01:06.814-08:00Otro banquete<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNT03rqd1BusoOQsqCz0aR0mzOeuaqU-jK5QrpCjhDncXrO0yDIQqEpTZnPKEx5ByW2bEOZPPBefqOZUljxBpHZscCp2MTZdpznQxSfPYDTpAT0yokW90UO8cj6hg-yZrCyRibLOGBbxzb7AJTs3_QQRgEY0VUC4UMQGJLGyXgsNpuWYV-5QN8u0Ls/s323/e7052d763cc603cf04c4db944a2e1622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="323" data-original-width="236" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNT03rqd1BusoOQsqCz0aR0mzOeuaqU-jK5QrpCjhDncXrO0yDIQqEpTZnPKEx5ByW2bEOZPPBefqOZUljxBpHZscCp2MTZdpznQxSfPYDTpAT0yokW90UO8cj6hg-yZrCyRibLOGBbxzb7AJTs3_QQRgEY0VUC4UMQGJLGyXgsNpuWYV-5QN8u0Ls/s320/e7052d763cc603cf04c4db944a2e1622.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Ya las pilas están puestas</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El reloj comienza a marcar los segundos</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Que todos se preparen</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El viaje rengo está en marcha</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Los golpes bajos quedarán atrás por el momento</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Debemos ser rápidos y conseguir alojamientos cerca de la cancha</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">No se olviden de ahorrar, las cosas están inciertas en el país</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Preparen los ánimos y las ánimas que nos acompañarán</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">No lleven nada que nos pueda perjudicar</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El grupo trabajando y las cosas consiguiendo</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y no olviden...no somos conejitos</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">¡¡Somos tiburones a la caza!!</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-80664160023330873022023-11-30T05:30:00.000-08:002023-11-30T05:30:45.804-08:00Lástimas<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_3k54Lk4LhC3zPy9IaFrDzyAWy33RKPtPmOciMirX-XgUOMok8iDbL8LN-rNigmdeK82npw5A0SZmmc6BmJ9K7wfKPmbYI8xBxs3biC2GqQzpDHHfk2YzEtmVpz_lJbxSiWrHkt38YaaIegeSRxa7uyzooNFeTdzLWt9_atIDcOlhzHe4pe_u_IHN/s824/3ffc6b15690047e690ecf6d2cc21516a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="824" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_3k54Lk4LhC3zPy9IaFrDzyAWy33RKPtPmOciMirX-XgUOMok8iDbL8LN-rNigmdeK82npw5A0SZmmc6BmJ9K7wfKPmbYI8xBxs3biC2GqQzpDHHfk2YzEtmVpz_lJbxSiWrHkt38YaaIegeSRxa7uyzooNFeTdzLWt9_atIDcOlhzHe4pe_u_IHN/s320/3ffc6b15690047e690ecf6d2cc21516a.jpg" width="219" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Desde lejos, se escuchó el golpe seco que dio al caer la esfera luminosa de la luna en los campos de flores marchitas por el sol de ese solitario día</span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">La tristeza no tardó en llegar y se tomó todo el vino</span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">El recuerdo de lo que fue, tardó un poco en partir, hacia otros momentos</span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ella quedó tan sola, cubierta de nostalgia y tal vez una rebeldía le caía sobre la piel</span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">No la nombres...está lastimada</span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-33823379750815226242023-11-24T11:53:00.000-08:002023-11-24T11:53:11.932-08:00Gla.<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwpitFED92U-R4bNSGT4foYXiNOpf8UIDzixW6A4tnZV-AYV_4MFOzDZNrH40rY3PMkwdzqb3nTTX8hDCQ-0YJJBO0yIjP961bp1KvjmP5Nb32BXNY-3lygK-BaFKSIYk2HF_rjohFYNuB7xquK-XJIcIcSVj0bbhb1rKE6j5GulECQ7p1gnxQjmpp/s789/c4a24a9bb6d154b1fd23e01e0b16d4db.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="789" data-original-width="563" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwpitFED92U-R4bNSGT4foYXiNOpf8UIDzixW6A4tnZV-AYV_4MFOzDZNrH40rY3PMkwdzqb3nTTX8hDCQ-0YJJBO0yIjP961bp1KvjmP5Nb32BXNY-3lygK-BaFKSIYk2HF_rjohFYNuB7xquK-XJIcIcSVj0bbhb1rKE6j5GulECQ7p1gnxQjmpp/s320/c4a24a9bb6d154b1fd23e01e0b16d4db.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Imagina mi mundo</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tan manso</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tan irreal</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tan mío</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Manso no quiere decir sumiso</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Irreal no quiere decir que no exista</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Mío, si quiere decir mío</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-9180229974407413742023-11-18T05:59:00.000-08:002023-11-18T05:59:18.705-08:00Entre tanto....<p> </p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La vida me permite un suspiro antes del gran día que todos esperamos.</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El día en que todos abriremos los ojos para ver la realidad.</span></p><p><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y descubrir que todos vivimos en cuevas de quesos.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Mnfw0hh664ALoWvCkXtKSdb5Y1JfZgH30VL9N1BAW8Go1g5bgTMlTf2yZyi6LoTM07OH4epCBGJjXcIi1njOqYQy6lz_oRCYsaud_1u4SeXrFCUsT9XVtl427k7f7WOt5a-B7JKxSjkMHUQS4p1sT2Piknogn8YOw8noXJtc5RUlM1f1XMbNLAKG/s236/a2f369d17ce2801e2c7a91e21c40a27a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="235" data-original-width="236" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Mnfw0hh664ALoWvCkXtKSdb5Y1JfZgH30VL9N1BAW8Go1g5bgTMlTf2yZyi6LoTM07OH4epCBGJjXcIi1njOqYQy6lz_oRCYsaud_1u4SeXrFCUsT9XVtl427k7f7WOt5a-B7JKxSjkMHUQS4p1sT2Piknogn8YOw8noXJtc5RUlM1f1XMbNLAKG/s1600/a2f369d17ce2801e2c7a91e21c40a27a.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-14516784787421803492023-11-12T15:22:00.000-08:002023-11-12T15:22:45.660-08:00Pan de campo<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">En las tardes grises como la de hoy, </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">me llegan los recuerdos del aroma a pan en la casa de mi abuela Juana.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Vacaciones felices de hermanos y primos.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El sabor tan característico del pan de campo, </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">hecho en el horno de barro,</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">hecho con harina de trigo y levadura,</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Hecho con las manos de la Juana.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El secreto está en el leude y el amasado.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El pan. centro de la mesa familiar.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El pan, motivo de unión ancestral.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El pan, recuerdos y añoranzas.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_FSxLm65IQkNvjGXFC075iorfVB-UVxgiWUsuzB9K3G-GckYERWeBMSU-8tqMph7JriNrCi_D2YYPCfGqmrvrwn7SfiNSM7BPUnsxzUghIBtzDGo1OanIT5F2rO7vWFzZApNf2UsXzX9MhDbTia4bEtClbYiTx-h_3s8FvXAM5t0ygEaND2GSJFg/s320/35fa91726464a0d629517dea56152fda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_FSxLm65IQkNvjGXFC075iorfVB-UVxgiWUsuzB9K3G-GckYERWeBMSU-8tqMph7JriNrCi_D2YYPCfGqmrvrwn7SfiNSM7BPUnsxzUghIBtzDGo1OanIT5F2rO7vWFzZApNf2UsXzX9MhDbTia4bEtClbYiTx-h_3s8FvXAM5t0ygEaND2GSJFg/s1600/35fa91726464a0d629517dea56152fda.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-5173616263301131112023-11-06T17:29:00.003-08:002023-11-06T17:29:46.046-08:00No pasa nada<p><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">No se...</span></p><p><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Es un quizás que no termina de concretar</span></p><p><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Una ambigüedad que me desquicia</span></p><p><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">¿Quién podría fiscalizar o enojarse?</span></p><p><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">El hombre gris es así, está en su naturaleza</span></p><p><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Y la realidad es que no tiene dar explicaciones </span></p><p><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">La realidad es que no me interesa mucho</span></p><p><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">lo que pasa a su alrededor</span></p><p><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Es como mirarlo pasar a través de la ventana</span></p><p><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">como algo que pasa y nada...no pasa nada.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07dZoJuSaVtZl4lyEiGmjQU9DXJrNdj9M8riU9Qrjs9x4EdGLfswKfTnuQewe9dD7UGyZmtvaHXXRgHzo6kqtQcgcXSq4nM8AQtqS0pXxHJZnD9GHNyshAKv8uf911FWxIXll2fnhNRVKSZBnQKsN5AhF9syx1ETsBOO62MZZ3XS0C5kgBvDZ20kq/s300/b1acde161153324efe5e1cc3d11bcdb8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="236" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07dZoJuSaVtZl4lyEiGmjQU9DXJrNdj9M8riU9Qrjs9x4EdGLfswKfTnuQewe9dD7UGyZmtvaHXXRgHzo6kqtQcgcXSq4nM8AQtqS0pXxHJZnD9GHNyshAKv8uf911FWxIXll2fnhNRVKSZBnQKsN5AhF9syx1ETsBOO62MZZ3XS0C5kgBvDZ20kq/s1600/b1acde161153324efe5e1cc3d11bcdb8.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-4414227710803695682023-11-05T05:17:00.008-08:002023-11-05T05:17:54.204-08:00Tal vez<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA9u9hQnbfPoTzF0xZ_VUxCnqVD7e41S4Wx3WBN5xY7Eg9uk5LsBQZom1wExilOuR9cVSt1WN7a82tSaKW2i7aF3Pci_p58SqEebcaV3Qi7Q8RFBVseS86ZT_aRYNAx0osgXwecPhmc2Zb79jQ8JCFu_82oWW1Iu2s3quy_l9qa2NZbEH5d498scFa/s392/89211b3fdf7de5bd314c0e9725abc8fa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="392" data-original-width="236" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA9u9hQnbfPoTzF0xZ_VUxCnqVD7e41S4Wx3WBN5xY7Eg9uk5LsBQZom1wExilOuR9cVSt1WN7a82tSaKW2i7aF3Pci_p58SqEebcaV3Qi7Q8RFBVseS86ZT_aRYNAx0osgXwecPhmc2Zb79jQ8JCFu_82oWW1Iu2s3quy_l9qa2NZbEH5d498scFa/s320/89211b3fdf7de5bd314c0e9725abc8fa.jpg" width="193" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Puedo leerte desde mis fantasías</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">A través de una rayo de sol</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Rondando la cordura</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">En un instante que nadie ve</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tras las pandorgas voladoras</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">En el silbido del viento</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">En el aromas de una flor</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">En todo lo que no existe</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">y sin embargo lo imagino</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Hoy</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Mañana</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Solo es un punto en el tiempo.</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-40305981149695895682023-10-27T16:31:00.000-07:002023-10-27T16:31:20.677-07:00Lluvia<p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYsQbLKVqVh-1hCYMrlQBnAmc9s9QQ_w-k23VLhq1iCHZ0TJfetg56vDD5Vc2Z8izegpqaGitRF3Bgy_vMWc9briG1BBfAPfqxZndJNEhVTyBkNIhHhKhEZCbao8F2AF7GB7r9CYm8lb3y27_O93kDyJuFcjXNiwHsURuj50NxYuklcw8filZ6GVJY/s335/844a043c597be535fedc70d7584de31b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="236" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYsQbLKVqVh-1hCYMrlQBnAmc9s9QQ_w-k23VLhq1iCHZ0TJfetg56vDD5Vc2Z8izegpqaGitRF3Bgy_vMWc9briG1BBfAPfqxZndJNEhVTyBkNIhHhKhEZCbao8F2AF7GB7r9CYm8lb3y27_O93kDyJuFcjXNiwHsURuj50NxYuklcw8filZ6GVJY/s320/844a043c597be535fedc70d7584de31b.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Llueve</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Afuera, el viento</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Adentro</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Un calorcito de camita...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La tormenta se aleja por momentos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El alivio dura diez minutos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Los pensamientos siguen la cadena</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Por momentos, funestos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Otros instantes son cálidos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Llueve</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Afuera, el miedo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Adentro</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La calma acurrucada en cualquier rincón</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La cosa está suave</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Yo...estoy bien</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><p></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621984930382327387.post-72117807296519789792023-10-23T07:05:00.004-07:002023-10-23T07:05:34.755-07:00Soleado 1 y 2<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">SOLEADO</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Asombrado, el sol entra en el silencio de la noche, alumbrando las vidas escondidas, que buenas o malas pululan en la tierra, más allá de los posible.</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Liberando los miedos, los secretos y las acciones ocultas de los humanos.</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Con el temor en sus corazones, oprimen sus ideas y sus quehaceres.</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Fingiendo la noche, se escapa por los laberintos infinitos.</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5Zy6MG82hjFZMa5YlXQ0O1bWSIEXJbyWnwF__aWPSetOQ9xuW8OzTefTQNOIQkigw-aC1-OCqQPudJKZEX1fK43-wcbigPN9GG1qHEduKbC5HyglqvtQGTfSD0g9btkF4OANDwiT-RDlDxeyMGhp_Q6wIvOPomW1TzaKlwlnnL1AptZ-bg6zVKyG/s237/0330700a89ebe2f1e423c7d84d4a5a8d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="237" data-original-width="236" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5Zy6MG82hjFZMa5YlXQ0O1bWSIEXJbyWnwF__aWPSetOQ9xuW8OzTefTQNOIQkigw-aC1-OCqQPudJKZEX1fK43-wcbigPN9GG1qHEduKbC5HyglqvtQGTfSD0g9btkF4OANDwiT-RDlDxeyMGhp_Q6wIvOPomW1TzaKlwlnnL1AptZ-bg6zVKyG/s1600/0330700a89ebe2f1e423c7d84d4a5a8d.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br />.<p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">SOLEADO 2</span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Asombrado, el sol entra en el silencio de la noche.</span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Misterioso sol, que apareció en el planeta no perdido.</span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Alumbrando descaradamente todo el panorama, dejando al descubierto,</span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">la miseria del mundo.</span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El miserable habitante, se había comido a todos y a todo ser viviente y más,</span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">lo que restaba de las lunas que orbitan alrededor del planeta,</span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Ya no cabía mas un ojo en su maldita boca.</span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Ya no quedaba un maldito ojo para mirar dentro de su barriga,</span></p><p><span style="color: #990000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">hasta el silencio del pasado.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKuu1_eq-YKpNgT_8Nd5NSuGzfb5NPx8YWTOfgweWI1d9RnSH5HiXo7hB5C1Z33_m8p1OWytYT8QSwEQ4trVEXpPbD6jsasKLGGWBelzuoEBtCP6Qh3uGlhUE1D7_q5bYEyEYATp5nlOwu6H2W_AzgwzFimsy7_qU2d8vTZ8QvkPYfHSo_xE2FHBEj/s640/b384138d570305452ce1bcb4af994180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="418" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKuu1_eq-YKpNgT_8Nd5NSuGzfb5NPx8YWTOfgweWI1d9RnSH5HiXo7hB5C1Z33_m8p1OWytYT8QSwEQ4trVEXpPbD6jsasKLGGWBelzuoEBtCP6Qh3uGlhUE1D7_q5bYEyEYATp5nlOwu6H2W_AzgwzFimsy7_qU2d8vTZ8QvkPYfHSo_xE2FHBEj/s320/b384138d570305452ce1bcb4af994180.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com1