tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33728813212583513212011-09-02T13:46:25.289+02:00Fuimos Ceniza...Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-15099131463480052482010-12-05T13:38:00.002+01:002010-12-05T13:51:32.518+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/TPuKr2VwrbI/AAAAAAAAAek/Pd7fl0T5MXo/s1600/a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/TPuKr2VwrbI/AAAAAAAAAek/Pd7fl0T5MXo/s200/a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547179851962690994" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>he de inventarte<div>en estos días sin sentidos</div><div><br /></div><div>en la ceniza que deja de ti</div><div>el oscuro viento del sol</div><div><br /></div><div>he de acercarme</div><div>sigilosamente</div><div>a la sombra de tu nombre</div><div><br /></div><div>de una húmeda forma</div><div>inventarme en tu recuerdo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-1509913146348005248?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-40394115599741235932010-06-13T21:35:00.002+02:002010-06-13T21:46:51.800+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/TBU1fjdP6uI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jchQCint8Zo/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/TBU1fjdP6uI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jchQCint8Zo/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482346937603582690" /></a><div><br /></div><div>de vos queda el humo</div><div>la pesada civilización de cenizas</div><div>que</div><div>involuntariamente</div><div>se crucifican</div><div>en los latidos de mis palabras</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-4039411559974123593?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-80923195415622017892010-06-09T14:08:00.002+02:002010-06-09T14:19:27.036+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/TA-GxOfj5LI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GSWLWSdAmJM/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/TA-GxOfj5LI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GSWLWSdAmJM/s200/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480747451795367090" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:16.5pt"><span style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Faltan cinco para las ocho. El día se ha terminado en medio de una bofetada de lluvia y colores naranja… Un leve olor a mandarina se expande por los cristales de la librería. Hay veces que olvido venir, no siempre. He desgastado la mirada prestando atención al polvo que, impacientemente, se levanta entre los estantes con cada paso que se escucha. Es abril. El viento ha venido a ser la única caricia que percibo. La hora es exacta, el mismo día. Camina tres pasos al sur, se detiene y sonríe. Sostiene un libro cualquiera, lo admira como si fuera único, y lo coloca nuevamente junto a los otros. Levanta la mirada y coincide con la mía. Cree recordarme. Sonrío. Los espejos tienen esa particular propiedad de recordarnos que somos varios dentro del mismo cuerpo.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-8092319541562201789?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-41408185791199777782010-06-09T13:47:00.002+02:002010-06-09T13:59:32.174+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/TA-CG7EJECI/AAAAAAAAAc4/l-zA3_Oaahw/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/TA-CG7EJECI/AAAAAAAAAc4/l-zA3_Oaahw/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480742326979072034" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:16.5pt"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">El callejón era oscuro, las luces se rompían en sus charcos con cada paso; escuché como se acercaba lenta pero violentamente. No podía dar marcha atrás, seguían tras de mí. Sentí como la sangre era expulsada de mi corazón con una fuerza inexplicable. El viento impregnaba de neblina el único camino que se abría ante mis pies. Inexplicablemente me vi corriendo a su encuentro. Podía escuchar una a una las gotas de lluvia que se iban difuminando entre mi pelo… Sus pupilas destellaban un verde intenso, mortífero. Un relámpago me dejo ver destellos de su figura. Quedé impávido. Me desplomé junto a la tormenta. Dicen que no existen. Que son un mito, una leyenda. La sangré seguía brotando de mi hombro, cuando me dispararon pude moverme un centímetro, lo justo para que no fuera un tiro letal. Escuche gritos de terror. Mis hostigadores no pudieron siquiera soportar la presencia de ella. Huyeron. Sentí como sus alas demacradas me rodearon. Desde entonces recuerdo que estoy vivo.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-4140818579119977778?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-16373892173997843472010-02-22T12:21:00.003+01:002010-02-22T12:34:32.718+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/S4JrUmWKwZI/AAAAAAAAAco/DR4oMnZKjYE/s1600-h/pasillo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/S4JrUmWKwZI/AAAAAAAAAco/DR4oMnZKjYE/s400/pasillo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441029301452063122" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>sigo asombrándome</div><div><div>con el susurro huérfano del aire</div><div>el frío roto de tus labios<br /></div><div>y mi silencio inquieto...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-1637389217399784347?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-63876601456730413952009-11-21T20:37:00.004+01:002009-11-21T20:51:06.745+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SwhEC3rBNTI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Wz9pPFHCmKs/s1600/bombillavo6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SwhEC3rBNTI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Wz9pPFHCmKs/s400/bombillavo6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406646168753091890" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>tu nombre</div><div>es el rastro del olvido</div><div><br /></div><div>los pliegues sombríos</div><div>e indestructibles</div><div>de mañana</div><div><br /></div><div>una bombilla</div><div>agonizando en la oscuridad</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-6387660145673041395?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-70171963460097818132009-11-14T18:02:00.007+01:002010-07-25T20:14:26.098+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SwLRlKWXvxI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Mk5mZe62ok4/s1600/caminando+lluvia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SwLRlKWXvxI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Mk5mZe62ok4/s400/caminando+lluvia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405112939161566994" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>no recuerdo de ti</div><div>sino el eco del espejo</div><div>un bullicio de cenizas</div><div>hechas sombras de lluvia</div><div>sobre la mesa...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-7017196346009781813?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-86133845690472856382009-10-29T12:37:00.004+01:002009-10-30T22:06:25.838+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sul_4hqcL0I/AAAAAAAAAbk/4w-b5YQHi9o/s1600-h/piedragua.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sul_4hqcL0I/AAAAAAAAAbk/4w-b5YQHi9o/s400/piedragua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397986237466029890" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />algunas veces<br />somos desconocidos<br /><br />otra vez...<br /><br />pedacitos de agua<br />para labios<br />y tardes de sal<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-8613384569047285638?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-90520088696694655182009-10-27T16:24:00.003+01:002009-10-27T16:54:01.987+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SucVasbVBLI/AAAAAAAAAbc/leIeG-fa_rI/s1600-h/2491090228_dbcd921297.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SucVasbVBLI/AAAAAAAAAbc/leIeG-fa_rI/s400/2491090228_dbcd921297.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397306226773394610" /></a><br /><br /><br />se me derrumba la mirada<br />tus últimas palabras<br /><br />se exilia de mi<br />esa manía tuya<br />de no existir<br />de no ser<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-9052008869669465518?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-40045654562682948682009-10-19T00:38:00.003+02:002009-10-19T01:05:48.786+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/StudmWPBLiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6Z-7dnz7u40/s1600-h/DSCN3660.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/StudmWPBLiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6Z-7dnz7u40/s400/DSCN3660.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394078260835462690" /></a><br /><br /><br />desde la nada<br />queda el eco<br />tu lágrima<br /><br />ardiendo<br /><br />eternamente<br />en mi palabra...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-4004565456268294868?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-57621247852201501552009-10-17T16:12:00.001+02:002009-10-17T16:42:54.189+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/StnTp9PiGoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UcoYqN4rEeg/s1600-h/a+medias....jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/StnTp9PiGoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UcoYqN4rEeg/s400/a+medias....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393574746520689282" /></a><br /><br /><br />bastaría tu voz<br />de la mesa<br />tus ojos<br />hurgando la nada<br /><br />quizás todo sería<br />como no es<br />como si existieras...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-5762124785220150155?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-90099881511715525612009-10-16T10:54:00.005+02:002010-07-25T20:30:49.469+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Stg08GcwzyI/AAAAAAAAAas/snR7Jr04vLo/s1600-h/vacio-28.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Stg08GcwzyI/AAAAAAAAAas/snR7Jr04vLo/s400/vacio-28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393118760904216354" /></a><br /><div><div>aún intento deshacerte</div><div>encerrar de vos</div><div>la caricia oscura...</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>procuro sobrevivir</div><div><br /></div><div>extender un día más</div><div>la ausencia</div><div>que me va calando</div><div>apocalípticamente</div><div>en tu voz de lluvia</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-9009988151171552561?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-23152195950675626242009-10-10T18:36:00.005+02:002009-10-12T13:57:30.153+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/StMZWgxk43I/AAAAAAAAAak/UTVW9taIoAo/s1600-h/gotas-en-la-ventana.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/StMZWgxk43I/AAAAAAAAAak/UTVW9taIoAo/s400/gotas-en-la-ventana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391681053438305138" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>...la ventana es un grito</div><div>que se deshace</div><div><br /></div><div>recuerdos de humo</div><div><br /></div><div>y vos</div><div>desde el papel</div><div><br /></div><div>un pájaro</div><div>sin alas</div><div><br /></div><div>sin aliento</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-2315219595067562624?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-32973413097599050192009-08-25T12:52:00.006+02:002011-01-21T21:46:20.752+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SpPDqiyJvAI/AAAAAAAAAac/DZIWbtx39Sg/s1600-h/silla.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SpPDqiyJvAI/AAAAAAAAAac/DZIWbtx39Sg/s400/silla.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373853916042214402" /></a><br /><div>...y rompíamos en cientos</div><div>las caricias del silencio</div><div><br /></div><div>gota</div><div>a</div><div>gota</div><div><br /></div><div>resbalamos</div><div>por las comisuras</div><div>de luz</div><div>en nuestro cuerpo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-3297341309759905019?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-38107476541161560612009-08-24T11:11:00.003+02:002009-08-24T11:23:22.137+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SpJa8Row8SI/AAAAAAAAAaU/KOxl3Eo6y1A/s1600-h/converse+coeur.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SpJa8Row8SI/AAAAAAAAAaU/KOxl3Eo6y1A/s400/converse+coeur.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373457296979456290" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>somos una especie de dos</div><div>en el monocromático mundo</div><div>de nuestras pisadas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-3810747654116156061?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-50791934753222471712009-08-22T20:47:00.002+02:002009-08-22T20:54:09.406+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SpA9aOBlfzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/OEvcyjo_YU0/s1600-h/195590736_fcee139b23_m.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SpA9aOBlfzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/OEvcyjo_YU0/s400/195590736_fcee139b23_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372861876103642930" /></a><br /><div>me mudo de vos</div><div>de tu imperio</div><div>y su húmedo sabor</div><div><br /></div><div>dimito</div><div>como siempre</div><div><br /></div><div>de la palabra</div><div>que no llega</div><div>aún...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-5079193475322247171?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-13848287285615191432009-08-21T11:50:00.005+02:002009-08-21T12:03:43.555+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/So5uq144rSI/AAAAAAAAAaE/CKRb4nYi8eA/s1600-h/agua+en+el+vaso.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/So5uq144rSI/AAAAAAAAAaE/CKRb4nYi8eA/s400/agua+en+el+vaso.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372353087798816034" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>he de contemplar</div><div>la confusión de la luz</div><div><br /></div><div>el silencio...</div><div><br /></div><div>mínimas huellas de sal</div><div>en las sábanas de tu recuerdo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-1384828728561519143?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-68882668237315400812009-08-18T11:24:00.004+02:002009-08-18T19:14:37.766+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sorg8P7SwRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/EO3nc1mH2ec/s1600-h/constelaci%C3%B3ncoras%C3%B3n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 397px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sorg8P7SwRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/EO3nc1mH2ec/s400/constelaci%C3%B3ncoras%C3%B3n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371352831264735506" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div>...y en las miradas</div><div>diminutos universos </div><div>eclosionando</div><div>entre beso y beso</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-6888266823731540081?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-55904234575758480422009-08-13T10:41:00.002+02:002009-08-13T10:51:40.773+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SoPTsXKaWQI/AAAAAAAAAZM/PUhpbblnNjk/s1600-h/camino.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SoPTsXKaWQI/AAAAAAAAAZM/PUhpbblnNjk/s400/camino.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369367939841153282" /></a><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">voy dejando de ser</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">esa palabra escondida</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">entre el papel</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">simples migas de agua</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">que vas sembrando</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">en este roto labio de sal</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-5590423457575848042?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-64099392630892853432009-08-10T11:56:00.004+02:002009-08-10T12:58:19.135+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sn_9HN29MFI/AAAAAAAAAYs/yhpw3D_rQl4/s1600-h/20071006161441-espalda.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sn_9HN29MFI/AAAAAAAAAYs/yhpw3D_rQl4/s400/20071006161441-espalda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368287581269995602" /></a><br /><div>he de confesar</div><div>el vuelo</div><div> en picada</div><div><br /></div><div>el sendero eléctrico</div><div>que impregnas</div><div>entre aliento y saliva</div><div><br /></div><div>de tu orgasmo</div><div>la mariposa</div><div>destinada a morder</div><div>el naranja de mi...</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-6409939263089285343?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-56350014294006114712009-08-09T18:22:00.002+02:002009-08-09T18:28:21.368+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sn75HRt-abI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fOUIsYNRdeQ/s1600-h/lluvia+en+suelo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sn75HRt-abI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fOUIsYNRdeQ/s400/lluvia+en+suelo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368001709282847154" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>eres el eco</div><div>improrrogable</div><div><br /></div><div>la tarde congelada</div><div><br /></div><div>que cobija</div><div>una a una</div><div>las gotas de mi palabra</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-5635001429400611471?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-42090813846656174222009-08-08T11:22:00.005+02:002009-08-08T18:21:59.275+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sn2lmXJ9OyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/kO8ttvfjogo/s1600-h/a_espiral_corral.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sn2lmXJ9OyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/kO8ttvfjogo/s400/a_espiral_corral.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367628409364888354" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>del olvido</div><div>soy el laberinto</div><div>de una palabra disecada</div><div>un centauro de humo</div><div>que tirita</div><div>hacia el índigo silencio</div><div>de tu recuerdo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-4209081384665617422?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-79340227820508275052009-08-07T18:18:00.002+02:002009-08-07T18:27:01.404+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SnxVyRuJNUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/7rQFz-X4sOE/s1600-h/gotas+de+tinta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SnxVyRuJNUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/7rQFz-X4sOE/s400/gotas+de+tinta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367259178157552962" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">desde la tinta</p> <p class="MsoNormal">soy la palabra</p> <p class="MsoNormal">que se diluye</p> <p class="MsoNormal">el murmullo de agua</p> <p class="MsoNormal">que hace tu voz</p> <p class="MsoNormal">en mi mirada</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-7934022782050827505?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-53174651175253252982009-08-06T13:01:00.002+02:002009-08-06T13:05:08.262+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Snq4wF1AxJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/zm5pW1YSC9A/s1600-h/1163254562_f.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Snq4wF1AxJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/zm5pW1YSC9A/s400/1163254562_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366805042303124626" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">me ha calcinado</p> <p class="MsoNormal">con la suave caricia</p> <p class="MsoNormal">de su aliento</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-5317465117525325298?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-32851161955503179822009-08-05T12:05:00.003+02:002009-11-30T18:19:32.948+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SnlauGtrC1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/yp93vOTU8HI/s1600-h/neblina_00.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SnlauGtrC1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/yp93vOTU8HI/s400/neblina_00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366420179111316306" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">ella abrió el cofre más oscuro, se vistió de él. entintó sus labios con tibia sangre de luna. llenó sus pechos de sal mientras pintaba de brisa, la verticalidad de su sexo. se afiló las pestañas y sobre la indomesticable bicicleta de lluvia, la vieron cabalgar hacia la niebla, por última vez...</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-3285116195550317982?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-38584614788440876712009-08-04T12:04:00.002+02:002009-08-04T12:20:30.824+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SngLRjUBM9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/9l4n0QTWV8s/s1600-h/luna-noche.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SngLRjUBM9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/9l4n0QTWV8s/s400/luna-noche.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366051352176833490" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>disuelvo tu nombre</div><div>el latido de tus senos</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>de tu saliva</div><div>enciendo murmullos</div><div>civilizaciones ardientes</div><div>que revolucionan entre las lenguas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-3858461478844087671?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-48078896406826702072009-08-03T12:08:00.003+02:002009-08-03T12:28:16.220+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sna7cP5EGXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/NcTruXpuFSs/s1600-h/2319700048_8bc5e6130b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sna7cP5EGXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/NcTruXpuFSs/s400/2319700048_8bc5e6130b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365682100035131762" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal">sublime</p> <p class="MsoNormal">esa costumbre innovadora</p> <p class="MsoNormal">de reinventarnos</p> <p class="MsoNormal">en las sombras del silencio</p><p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-4807889640682670207?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-24505882813192492762009-08-02T11:02:00.000+02:002009-08-02T11:11:05.262+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SnVYH7evOaI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Ql2LmaKa_YU/s1600-h/velas_blanco_y_negro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SnVYH7evOaI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Ql2LmaKa_YU/s400/velas_blanco_y_negro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365291424330758562" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">son improrrogables</p> <p class="MsoNormal">los danzares</p> <p class="MsoNormal">iluminados</p> <p class="MsoNormal">que se estrellan</p> <p class="MsoNormal">desde tu continente</p> <p class="MsoNormal">hasta mi planeta</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-2450588281319249276?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-38345596250528901392009-08-01T11:15:00.002+02:002009-08-01T11:44:36.854+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SnQOdn6XR2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/RNIMU6F5N2A/s1600-h/cama.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SnQOdn6XR2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/RNIMU6F5N2A/s400/cama.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364928958197876578" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">siglos después</p> <p class="MsoNormal">sigue temblando</p> <p class="MsoNormal">del sudor</p> <p class="MsoNormal">la piel oscura</p> <p class="MsoNormal">de nuestros días</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-3834559625052890139?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-35151740879551844652009-07-31T08:48:00.002+02:002009-07-31T08:49:17.479+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SnKT1xPnOQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/lC0m2NoVktk/s1600-h/bici+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SnKT1xPnOQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/lC0m2NoVktk/s400/bici+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364512658112854274" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">su sexo</p> <p class="MsoNormal">el mio</p> <p class="MsoNormal">y una brisa de colores pastel</p> <p class="MsoNormal">cabalgando</p> <p class="MsoNormal">hacia el misterio que encierra</p> <p class="MsoNormal">el sudor de una mirada</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-3515174087955184465?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-88054514721167166842009-07-30T11:24:00.002+02:002009-07-30T11:28:02.032+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SnFniztvZWI/AAAAAAAAAXM/MwFQx92v5Ow/s1600-h/Sin-t%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SnFniztvZWI/AAAAAAAAAXM/MwFQx92v5Ow/s400/Sin-t%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364182478870242658" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">ansío la caída</p> <p class="MsoNormal">el precipicio</p> <p class="MsoNormal">humeante</p> <p class="MsoNormal">que impone tu nombre</p> <p class="MsoNormal">en el eco de mi ser</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-8805451472116716684?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-21082587411439679522009-07-29T10:30:00.002+02:002009-07-29T10:42:39.683+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SnALcRVR6CI/AAAAAAAAAXE/A0SzNTF7nII/s1600-h/agua+piel.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SnALcRVR6CI/AAAAAAAAAXE/A0SzNTF7nII/s400/agua+piel.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363799736515160098" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">se colaban</p> <p class="MsoNormal">gotas de luz</p> <p class="MsoNormal">por los misteriosos</p> <p class="MsoNormal">pasajes de su piel</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-2108258741143967952?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-49084567975003609232009-07-28T10:26:00.002+02:002009-07-28T10:54:48.427+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sm680IPI6iI/AAAAAAAAAW8/BB3ydAnVdZY/s1600-h/manos.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sm680IPI6iI/AAAAAAAAAW8/BB3ydAnVdZY/s400/manos.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363431809995041314" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">no me lleno</p> <p class="MsoNormal">las manos</p> <p class="MsoNormal">sino de tu ausencia</p> <p class="MsoNormal">esa húmeda madera</p> <p class="MsoNormal">que supone tu espalda</p> <p class="MsoNormal">contra mi boca</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-4908456797500360923?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-56351014752688616632009-07-27T10:14:00.001+02:002009-07-27T10:28:13.043+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sm1k8VwdD9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/iByex4WeOMk/s1600-h/AGUA+4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 389px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sm1k8VwdD9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/iByex4WeOMk/s400/AGUA+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363053719063433170" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">innombrable</p> <p class="MsoNormal">la caricia</p> <p class="MsoNormal">el aliento</p> <p class="MsoNormal">que sostiene</p> <p class="MsoNormal">tu existencia</p> <p class="MsoNormal">entre mis dedos</p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-5635101475268861663?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-69260759581860933842009-07-25T11:59:00.005+02:002009-08-08T12:01:09.889+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sn1McSVm_lI/AAAAAAAAAYU/UGeW09uqOy4/s1600-h/converse+rosas+y+tus+converse....jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Sn1McSVm_lI/AAAAAAAAAYU/UGeW09uqOy4/s400/converse+rosas+y+tus+converse....jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367530379738021458" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">La tarde siempre se esfuma entre naranjas, violetas, vasos medio vacíos y las páginas que se sostienen desesperadamente en mis paredes de madera. La ventana tiene un vidrio fragmentado una cortina rasgada a la izquierda y un leve olor a mi.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Desde la ventana se ve la calle adoquinada, el árbol desteñido por el frío, la heladería y la licorera. Se ve también el gato del crepúsculo, merodeando en las bancas de madera añeja, el hombre con sus cigarrillos y su barba entintada de soledades; se ve la ausencia de aquella mujer.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Yo no podía recibirla sino con lo que soy: un libro por la mitad, una sonrisa torcida y un centenar de pasos lentos, como de viejo, de veintitantos años. De la ventana para adentro hay tres libros y medio, velas embotelladas e inciensos de su nombre, que hipnotizaban sombras.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Desde la ventana se escuchan palabras de un cielo vagamente constelado, silencios poblados de sombras y el temblor índigo de mis manos. Esa calle adoquinada es una extensión de mi, el norte de aquella suave caricia que me dieron tus labios, los suyos, mientras salía de sus ojos entreabiertos un destello verde.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Nunca pudimos abrir una botella de vino sin la bendición apocalíptica del movimiento de sus ramas. El gato no sé si existió, vino con vos, se quedo a mi lado... Siempre llegó con rayos de sol aún en los días más nublados.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Al sur, la heladería. La dejamos de cuando en cuando vacía de sabores de pistacho y menta-chocolate; siempre provocaron en nosotros besos tan intensos como el eco de una lágrima. Al principio, el árbol estuvo menos jodido que nosotros; solía regalarnos una minúscula sombra cuando nuestras caricias avivaban el calor de la brisa preorgásmica que íbamos convirtiendo en aliento. Fue guardián de tus converse rosadas, de mis converse azules... Esa manía de descalzarnos y sentir la desnudez de nuestros pies siempre llamó la atención de las alas grises que se colaban en octubre por sus ramas abandonadas.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">De la ventana para afuera habían muchas palabras, destellos de recuerdos. Algunas veces, el hombre con sus cigarrillos y su barba entintada de soledades se examinaba los bolsillos en busca de fuego, miraba a la ventana; entonces habían en mis manos miles de cerillas.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Algunas pocas veces nos vimos como en un espejo. Llegamos a susurrar su nombre...</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Aún sigue ahí la ausencia de aquella mujer.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-6926075958186093384?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-33433066405642226052009-07-24T22:15:00.004+02:002009-07-24T22:32:50.371+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SmoYyeLYSCI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zc2YqSQIXaM/s1600-h/sue_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SmoYyeLYSCI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zc2YqSQIXaM/s400/sue_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362125561711314978" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">se extendía desde el rincón más oscuro de la cama, era un garabato moreno, de poco más de metro y medio, un manojo de tinta que gemía las letras que colgaban en las paredes de esta voz...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">cabellos de agua para esas manos que aprisionaban el vaho de la distancia.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">en la penumbra, una luciérnaga moría desde el orgasmo: una danza violentamente sutil que exilia nombres y nacionalidades.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">se enfilan entonces, se desafían y torturan en una espera que a tientas, coloniza simultaneamente sin premeditación alguna mas que el inicio de un beso que deshoja la aunsencia.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-3343306640564222605?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-89560455734122597382009-07-24T10:16:00.005+02:002009-11-14T17:54:19.642+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SmlvWyP6RdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/MsV7WHSXmYs/s1600-h/b4cg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/SmlvWyP6RdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/MsV7WHSXmYs/s400/b4cg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361939268597597650" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="ES-CR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">hay horas </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="ES-CR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">de barquitos de papel</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="ES-CR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">y piedritas verdes en los bolsillos</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="ES-CR"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="ES-CR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">casi siempre</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="ES-CR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">naúfragos de olvidos</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span lang="ES-CR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">brújulas de lluvia</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span lang="ES-CR"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">apuntando a imposibles</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">palabras descocidas del incienso</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">humedades hechas polvo...</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="ES-CR"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-8956045573412259738?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372881321258351321.post-22776666421487625112009-07-23T12:16:00.008+02:002009-11-14T17:52:57.984+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Smg62SFqTqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/SDHQ5ELS7iA/s1600-h/01+scratchy+wavy+plastic.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ADTo9aGwjs/Smg62SFqTqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/SDHQ5ELS7iA/s400/01+scratchy+wavy+plastic.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361600060627504802" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="ES-CR" style=" font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-CR;mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:";color:gray;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">cuídate de la noche</span></span><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:";color:gray;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="ES-CR" style=" font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-CR;mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:";color:gray;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">y sus esquinas de mí</span></span><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:";color:gray;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;color:#808080;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:";color:gray;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="ES-CR" style=" font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-CR;mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:";color:gray;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">de las invisibles ciudades</span></span><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:";color:gray;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="ES-CR" style=" font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-CR;mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:";color:gray;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">que sigo sin saber atar</span></span><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:";color:gray;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;color:#808080;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:";color:gray;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="ES-CR" style=" font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-CR;mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:";color:gray;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">de aquellas violentas y delicadas caricias</span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:";color:gray;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:";color:gray;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">que deambulan revolucionariamente</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="ES-CR" style=" font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-CR;mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:";color:gray;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">por las solitarias huellas de mis manos...</span></span><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:ESfont-family:";font-size:12.0pt;color:gray;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></span><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372881321258351321-2277666642148762511?l=fuimosceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Axhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01493482141411490854noreply@blogger.com0