tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78448785032513192992024-03-12T23:25:43.642-07:00Los Ojos Secretos Disparos en la Noche"Un lugar donde ser. Ser es fundamental. El aire viciado, obsceno de afuera no contaminará éstas palabras. El encierro gime, la respiración cruje. Las manos escriben y deliran desaforadas. Tal vez no haya un futuro para nosotras pero sí para nuestras letras."Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-27828283484950319122007-05-18T17:29:00.001-07:002007-05-18T17:30:21.854-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnGglDyWwmJVW7fbmbWwks475hjLuzQirafoVhwry7iGiMIcBcBdLBrbHhvnKkKhV_RJyPFWllu6zACe3f-BqUQH1WwJHNG-jTrTzmWJwSmo32Ham53fCumzZSiv4XuQePRdgK9FNWmM/s1600-h/21205_200412211920_21_123_520lo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066062472837441666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnGglDyWwmJVW7fbmbWwks475hjLuzQirafoVhwry7iGiMIcBcBdLBrbHhvnKkKhV_RJyPFWllu6zACe3f-BqUQH1WwJHNG-jTrTzmWJwSmo32Ham53fCumzZSiv4XuQePRdgK9FNWmM/s400/21205_200412211920_21_123_520lo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Te vistes con la desnudez de todos los espejos, sin más abrigo que un festín de claridades.Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-33903670734754093142007-05-18T17:27:00.000-07:002007-05-18T17:29:06.179-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wDZq5Wf39yhsXSn-O7hWxur5KbA0wL3fz0YRVNHNbZHPce_E89jht_BFbR0_z1VCIhFFEwyw-mnpah0AJfKP88pCyGfvgz4qTy8H3trfjOiX7b4OGl9ZTlUob3uB22GdAA7Z_WYxRjg/s1600-h/Salome__Before__by_KaterinaBelkina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066062210844436594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wDZq5Wf39yhsXSn-O7hWxur5KbA0wL3fz0YRVNHNbZHPce_E89jht_BFbR0_z1VCIhFFEwyw-mnpah0AJfKP88pCyGfvgz4qTy8H3trfjOiX7b4OGl9ZTlUob3uB22GdAA7Z_WYxRjg/s400/Salome__Before__by_KaterinaBelkina.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Perdonadme, heridas abiertas, por pincharme en el dedo.</em></div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-71641169954086958532007-05-18T17:23:00.000-07:002007-05-18T17:27:05.033-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm0PtZXZt7qmlih11XbjYCW_0XajYQlApG4pilWbEmbHiiW45QFEih6UiPVTj8gVQ6ycZGTQ81ZD_O3D1dCP8UvIKB8l4P9H_fEYDVSwAf3GVYkQobOUFg8RYGM7PKWpykaEbXPfosZVA/s1600-h/Faery_universe_by_Karanne.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066061596664113250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm0PtZXZt7qmlih11XbjYCW_0XajYQlApG4pilWbEmbHiiW45QFEih6UiPVTj8gVQ6ycZGTQ81ZD_O3D1dCP8UvIKB8l4P9H_fEYDVSwAf3GVYkQobOUFg8RYGM7PKWpykaEbXPfosZVA/s320/Faery_universe_by_Karanne.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><em>No busquen ser originales. El ser distinto es inevitable cuando uno no se preocupa de serlo.</em></div></div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-73521495971055992542007-05-16T07:02:00.000-07:002007-05-16T07:04:21.004-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhStsE7esoCgsFSXLKIYdsLbMYaIVw4oIaqGnjWGZeUjUHJnHmAJbiKREmWPWc5xhyDwCIS_kwoT4lr3eyiEmndLP4hLfuo2v9-Vpf_WmTwJ1Va0zOecEWLwcdWQwpMCtrGgx73V8KF1ns/s1600-h/nude+against+brick+wall.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065159078006335554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhStsE7esoCgsFSXLKIYdsLbMYaIVw4oIaqGnjWGZeUjUHJnHmAJbiKREmWPWc5xhyDwCIS_kwoT4lr3eyiEmndLP4hLfuo2v9-Vpf_WmTwJ1Va0zOecEWLwcdWQwpMCtrGgx73V8KF1ns/s320/nude+against+brick+wall.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Barajas manoseadas por tahuares y ahora hay que hacerlo entrar, ofrecerle licor (que él lee en la oscuridad)</div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-15981671184603046762007-05-16T06:58:00.000-07:002007-05-16T07:01:52.572-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSwKykFszaEjTULugTixj7KJz4jUpTPPDbr-xInWg65uZTzFrOnHX9xFvNhidaop90rSTs8jKDte0SFPjbX6xNJkIBc015qSr4jk4XPIxVs8yPgYHq9Pn47UvcGt3XkQb50IQCU1bsQo/s1600-h/hbj,j.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065158420876339218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSwKykFszaEjTULugTixj7KJz4jUpTPPDbr-xInWg65uZTzFrOnHX9xFvNhidaop90rSTs8jKDte0SFPjbX6xNJkIBc015qSr4jk4XPIxVs8yPgYHq9Pn47UvcGt3XkQb50IQCU1bsQo/s320/hbj,j.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center">Entre el alba y la noche hay un abismo de agonías, de luces, de cuidados.</p><br /><div></div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-76576722229012122512007-05-15T09:51:00.000-07:002007-05-15T09:52:29.083-07:00Profundidad.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgr9cGo92SW01Gst9s93LMpzrRardRzc6yk8rvin27-cKDGC1khT2-9eSSYCNWTTawbNsuBJStoet-usVjdkdQDg56FhtQRDmr3Cu7yepXTvCs_euyJBMnnKSjHn4RG5JzVM1vEE-QKoY/s1600-h/Yoko___Lily_02_by_SleepingLiar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064831281664163826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgr9cGo92SW01Gst9s93LMpzrRardRzc6yk8rvin27-cKDGC1khT2-9eSSYCNWTTawbNsuBJStoet-usVjdkdQDg56FhtQRDmr3Cu7yepXTvCs_euyJBMnnKSjHn4RG5JzVM1vEE-QKoY/s320/Yoko___Lily_02_by_SleepingLiar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Nada, sino esta quimera viviente del infierno que se despide de nuestra angustia. </div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-82719715430940086692007-05-15T09:47:00.000-07:002007-05-15T09:50:07.231-07:00Berrinche Creativo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNvVIyJeaB1xfEnGV1IED6EB1v2s1TX1IRc_4tklhI2p2aEJ97ftaIeCACtsp_uvN8VgcbEb152FaQlm__IELv0D5y0gY_CFT6hWZh0KLgwsagf8WAbiDX2wnTO0BDpBVpMcM5jFrJMPk/s1600-h/use_you_by_ThreeLibras.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064830646009004002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNvVIyJeaB1xfEnGV1IED6EB1v2s1TX1IRc_4tklhI2p2aEJ97ftaIeCACtsp_uvN8VgcbEb152FaQlm__IELv0D5y0gY_CFT6hWZh0KLgwsagf8WAbiDX2wnTO0BDpBVpMcM5jFrJMPk/s400/use_you_by_ThreeLibras.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tengo dos ojos en lugar de dos huesos</div><br /><div>tengo un arma disparada entre los huesos y los ojos</div><br /><div>sangre</div><br /><div>sangro</div><div> </div><div>de mí.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Marina Victoria Dentice.</div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-32842323943616695832007-05-14T06:54:00.000-07:002007-05-14T06:55:08.844-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-LRBLhaMRDL9R7rw9S93MCe5he21LZ7rdudoeOeGI3dwv56-hO99xufizxmrRx7H3LsjmUQmSJboHWKj0UR3JEathLyxAH7QiWrsunCZgR5xdGnfnQJUY5HJgJwsYXis364BXaOh7TF8/s1600-h/x1pEwgBqqJFVOxXkUb4UkZu1O7REvRvl7gfDmyF0NWNkwxU7hwMjmTJcYFMVKEdO3HtD6pmTh3Q9tHO_9caIpB4zPEkcMBBAsWgPcdKDXe-P6_Vc5JxDxCSLMh68yKdpoOk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064414545282400210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-LRBLhaMRDL9R7rw9S93MCe5he21LZ7rdudoeOeGI3dwv56-hO99xufizxmrRx7H3LsjmUQmSJboHWKj0UR3JEathLyxAH7QiWrsunCZgR5xdGnfnQJUY5HJgJwsYXis364BXaOh7TF8/s400/x1pEwgBqqJFVOxXkUb4UkZu1O7REvRvl7gfDmyF0NWNkwxU7hwMjmTJcYFMVKEdO3HtD6pmTh3Q9tHO_9caIpB4zPEkcMBBAsWgPcdKDXe-P6_Vc5JxDxCSLMh68yKdpoOk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Al juntar nuevamente los quebrados anhelos encontré tus pisadas florecidas de hielo.</div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-28785112597748359942007-05-14T06:53:00.000-07:002007-05-14T06:54:03.219-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizYzaRlQzbOh4A1MMhwIJwZEeEX6271Jeb5kVwx2KsvSUKHtxwDddOLkkMafGsUYB3yLv0C0Z6k3P15e9lCi4zw3gg8_SzLP3m-N7lwvrmgKnG5IiM1W_qnESjJHnv_SqxN-Uym3KXnBU/s1600-h/mujer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064414274699460546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizYzaRlQzbOh4A1MMhwIJwZEeEX6271Jeb5kVwx2KsvSUKHtxwDddOLkkMafGsUYB3yLv0C0Z6k3P15e9lCi4zw3gg8_SzLP3m-N7lwvrmgKnG5IiM1W_qnESjJHnv_SqxN-Uym3KXnBU/s400/mujer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Entre la movediza realidad y el río de las sombras. Ahí está detenida la palabra vivaz, salvado este momento único.</div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-36102535971621726182007-05-14T06:48:00.000-07:002007-05-14T06:52:45.009-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_-0x8-qUe_BUe0DTCEkGxnZPAiHi-KiYAV4dxn9Kf_T14niHnHVDtUYIp057lWTkWYYPeefqzA8IzYhF11wa1Cks7WNlhUBG1y506uagIOkYkOEBQj9XzQ8UIO8My7FDEqay2kaoYyXQ/s1600-h/gghk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064413879562469298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_-0x8-qUe_BUe0DTCEkGxnZPAiHi-KiYAV4dxn9Kf_T14niHnHVDtUYIp057lWTkWYYPeefqzA8IzYhF11wa1Cks7WNlhUBG1y506uagIOkYkOEBQj9XzQ8UIO8My7FDEqay2kaoYyXQ/s400/gghk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Nadar en contra de los peces. Venir del barrio y ser una lluvia de polvo, más polvo enamorado.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div>(¡En vez de disculparte escribí un poema que se llame Berrinche Creativo!)</div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-14763904903784820972007-05-12T19:04:00.000-07:002007-05-12T19:05:50.021-07:00Saltitos.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHceZhj23BrtNVyh8YH9JxjHMqzr6QE0k_d_QLRrkcbaoyGd7Z99aLiEwrEAUW7kv9VffpiIfvSjS9P8vIh-cP0a5f1Slh4uXdUtdXwYwD45sOUFVfhO0UOpC2_sc9IRqaI4_ChwrPTF8/s1600-h/cementerio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063860524565987234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHceZhj23BrtNVyh8YH9JxjHMqzr6QE0k_d_QLRrkcbaoyGd7Z99aLiEwrEAUW7kv9VffpiIfvSjS9P8vIh-cP0a5f1Slh4uXdUtdXwYwD45sOUFVfhO0UOpC2_sc9IRqaI4_ChwrPTF8/s400/cementerio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Corro a mi casa. Al llegar encuentro a mi familia muerta en la vereda. Y un perro se desintegra en el cantero del árbol.</div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-71431471577638445652007-05-12T18:58:00.000-07:002007-05-12T19:03:50.276-07:00Belhada Contaminada<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGpgqfKdffJmuun_-piS9jTlqyH7KHPpBlt_8sOtZqhD4O7ppxfLrrop68l7ugbWCxZ8xD-FaCQD4aQ3HGe366HCsqRCTrKFhLbOY5A5xi6yX-sHP5EemxTiUl9L5xLgTg6JkZ0cdFekM/s1600-h/belada.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063859914680631186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGpgqfKdffJmuun_-piS9jTlqyH7KHPpBlt_8sOtZqhD4O7ppxfLrrop68l7ugbWCxZ8xD-FaCQD4aQ3HGe366HCsqRCTrKFhLbOY5A5xi6yX-sHP5EemxTiUl9L5xLgTg6JkZ0cdFekM/s320/belada.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Perdón por el berrinche creativo de hace un rato...</div><br /><div>marina v.</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><em>coronita de novia</em></div><br /><div><em>estás blanca</em></div><br /><div><em>en la foto</em></div><br /><div><em>disipada princesa que corre</em></div><br /><div><em>dejando caer el velo</em></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-74937731355155688752007-05-12T18:56:00.000-07:002007-05-12T18:57:37.678-07:00Soledad de rocío.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0s4G0XsxYQMas5fPx48gEserEfXsjq1R4aiLH4oeyN2Ir-48W74speT8xtbdRj0uPHMayV13bfmXg4rIfZyCmTBxy4tOGZoHjlwkL2tb4sXHQQ6v85f-RUQ2xc5wf2AMpAoTPgxyteQ/s1600-h/8a4d869d281bb7cf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063858420032012162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0s4G0XsxYQMas5fPx48gEserEfXsjq1R4aiLH4oeyN2Ir-48W74speT8xtbdRj0uPHMayV13bfmXg4rIfZyCmTBxy4tOGZoHjlwkL2tb4sXHQQ6v85f-RUQ2xc5wf2AMpAoTPgxyteQ/s400/8a4d869d281bb7cf.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Mientras dura prohíbe toda caída en la miseria del mundo."<br /><div></div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-79295028706961313872007-05-12T18:54:00.000-07:002007-05-12T18:55:51.573-07:00Hada Vieja<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0U6bMtf_KGUP1o4eyXRLIf2dkxhHObjdPSOFj5Y3u2yKkOuMiB1aE_-p4H6Dp0Rbahe6o2kO8AI0ZksRbCFpA72Ha9MRJl0xg1QMsXPqdjovtHG1iAMUkEAVOqe2djzBkFJn74B-jZ0/s1600-h/afd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063857956175544178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0U6bMtf_KGUP1o4eyXRLIf2dkxhHObjdPSOFj5Y3u2yKkOuMiB1aE_-p4H6Dp0Rbahe6o2kO8AI0ZksRbCFpA72Ha9MRJl0xg1QMsXPqdjovtHG1iAMUkEAVOqe2djzBkFJn74B-jZ0/s320/afd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"Mi mujer de espalda de pájaro que huye vertical" </div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-84172581122072388722007-05-12T18:51:00.000-07:002007-05-12T18:54:28.693-07:00Tetas y Sangre.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-jp_vi4ytVUXjNsnUe1L_Sta4gmXwmygPLw797We0o9_xB3B0mZ9_SgP4x7Mrbs45gMXeizcGcxqK_Kv_vfM0tC3kVlMS3-_U-iNzJJsDqoGtVyJN9RfHElVg-4ORfq4T3Xn9RcHdu7s/s1600-h/lactation.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063857702772473698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-jp_vi4ytVUXjNsnUe1L_Sta4gmXwmygPLw797We0o9_xB3B0mZ9_SgP4x7Mrbs45gMXeizcGcxqK_Kv_vfM0tC3kVlMS3-_U-iNzJJsDqoGtVyJN9RfHElVg-4ORfq4T3Xn9RcHdu7s/s400/lactation.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>"Mi mujer de lengua de hostia apuñalada de lengua de muñeca que cierra y abre los ojos..."</em></div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-7165792039051053482007-05-12T16:59:00.000-07:002007-05-12T17:00:19.753-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYST0OGh1CNk5I2mb4SUgZv0MNDLw8bSa8lB7yM8vDQ-6_7CxavSm0BhqTGKSHr8yKJghQKdAmLrgT4IaiTEeRtOQSgzHKw0EMdT1LZHs6n_VdskdSM1h1e1lDZPD_R5E-j5AN5MW_T8I/s1600-h/ddfhj.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063828333786103634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYST0OGh1CNk5I2mb4SUgZv0MNDLw8bSa8lB7yM8vDQ-6_7CxavSm0BhqTGKSHr8yKJghQKdAmLrgT4IaiTEeRtOQSgzHKw0EMdT1LZHs6n_VdskdSM1h1e1lDZPD_R5E-j5AN5MW_T8I/s320/ddfhj.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Ad aeternam el perro lentamente gris, casi una nube, casi una mancha árida.</div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-5923187148229117812007-05-12T16:57:00.000-07:002007-05-12T16:59:14.375-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikO6HPjA-JD4wyWwqLr-oxyxeWiyYPrMHGSgkbTnM4u_QQMRQPSAEw6PMYopjMjJG_9QTp7A37aL-gsCOaA_Go4PA6jKl3ehCZr7kckzTR0SBm5p5Nh6cJ-ekNgeS9zLY_V2R8V0hrrkg/s1600-h/Splash2_640.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063828041728327490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikO6HPjA-JD4wyWwqLr-oxyxeWiyYPrMHGSgkbTnM4u_QQMRQPSAEw6PMYopjMjJG_9QTp7A37aL-gsCOaA_Go4PA6jKl3ehCZr7kckzTR0SBm5p5Nh6cJ-ekNgeS9zLY_V2R8V0hrrkg/s320/Splash2_640.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Llevándome en un saco la lluvia junto con mis lágrimas y los poemas que buscan mi medida y la tuya.</div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-27336637477352601542007-05-12T16:56:00.000-07:002007-05-12T16:57:36.556-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqyoEtaYL6SRrxYMYVuzq7zrpKE-mJJK1NDpjMymxY4ugMynhL6nqYmrEss7Qf9aJo88bWVaGwynBv8SzrY5voKZ9hjlIwNt4rSHJDT8DiX1bYRDnBTCbTZPiGnznKgE9Hw2_0sJcTMbw/s1600-h/guitar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063827633706434354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqyoEtaYL6SRrxYMYVuzq7zrpKE-mJJK1NDpjMymxY4ugMynhL6nqYmrEss7Qf9aJo88bWVaGwynBv8SzrY5voKZ9hjlIwNt4rSHJDT8DiX1bYRDnBTCbTZPiGnznKgE9Hw2_0sJcTMbw/s320/guitar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">La guitarra se me cae y cae, y el mundial infierno reside en mi oscuridad</span></div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-8592809392689532312007-05-12T16:36:00.000-07:002007-05-12T16:37:52.488-07:00El amor como un Invierno.<em></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-iwENxZQ5oBM3BzY3FSB-GcjGvGbs8JaIPMHd_R1KQ3qnHwS6gaDl_fzia_jsTTCdAsTg4rvZmffTW0C4RRMf5ZPwlHAMihW-kBuw2mosrpcmEek4yM5pTEGHHExvqKh2LCEdtX3outg/s1600-h/Love_Like_Winter_by_art_is_my_drug.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063822522695352066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-iwENxZQ5oBM3BzY3FSB-GcjGvGbs8JaIPMHd_R1KQ3qnHwS6gaDl_fzia_jsTTCdAsTg4rvZmffTW0C4RRMf5ZPwlHAMihW-kBuw2mosrpcmEek4yM5pTEGHHExvqKh2LCEdtX3outg/s320/Love_Like_Winter_by_art_is_my_drug.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#009900;">"Las estatuas son ángeles caminan salen de las cloacas bailan arriba hay un mundo dicen"</span></em></div><br /><div></div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-82431884810844847252007-05-12T16:34:00.000-07:002007-05-12T16:36:39.884-07:00Puerta Azul. Alturas.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF69SnFd0a_IV6ft3yDt_0V_y2x3UDnuM8fMvaA2Xf6M7scUYrz0hXCvYakurIAXfZ3vwBBuDbzMH9yvLUlBq2-b29XIojIn16vVocvbAS7VSjal0pDvd7dqUxV2hVljS2woOB1yQtv7w/s1600-h/419897838_e662e14343.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063822144738230002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF69SnFd0a_IV6ft3yDt_0V_y2x3UDnuM8fMvaA2Xf6M7scUYrz0hXCvYakurIAXfZ3vwBBuDbzMH9yvLUlBq2-b29XIojIn16vVocvbAS7VSjal0pDvd7dqUxV2hVljS2woOB1yQtv7w/s400/419897838_e662e14343.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>"Puede sí que me escurra por el alto dintel hacia regiones mágicas tras mi azulada puerta"</em></div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-43527580780351005592007-05-12T16:31:00.000-07:002007-05-12T16:45:34.646-07:00Apocalipsis.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeIXXidQZZgQU_xEtmN9pTqFiHudDM9LOD_6bOASl1oLihrSK8HRmNMUG8qYm6F93s41apreNsUcvj9FTN4N3HS1eESXCiVxI6khOyf6yD62IWLofsN09_F4hJgCoZI_LV0r-yoqPEGQE/s1600-h/Drips_by_frixin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063824421070896930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeIXXidQZZgQU_xEtmN9pTqFiHudDM9LOD_6bOASl1oLihrSK8HRmNMUG8qYm6F93s41apreNsUcvj9FTN4N3HS1eESXCiVxI6khOyf6yD62IWLofsN09_F4hJgCoZI_LV0r-yoqPEGQE/s320/Drips_by_frixin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>"Y delante del trono había como un mar de vidrio semejante al cristal..."</div></div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-39616338292363875242007-05-12T16:29:00.000-07:002007-05-12T16:43:52.319-07:00Lluvia y manos.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75KBivNN6F_j_jLUfHUe7U7WomOtG-02UL7gAUkr1zqtQ-dHwlZIeDq3BxasBmugYNJdyz2M5xTLXi2hyw9Mq09nGlumG3azd9LV_rURIfFDlxrXqC7S8npbuR8QCo-BoVb8CBBjWIDw/s1600-h/worte_wie_wasser_by_zwerchwerk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063823974394298130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75KBivNN6F_j_jLUfHUe7U7WomOtG-02UL7gAUkr1zqtQ-dHwlZIeDq3BxasBmugYNJdyz2M5xTLXi2hyw9Mq09nGlumG3azd9LV_rURIfFDlxrXqC7S8npbuR8QCo-BoVb8CBBjWIDw/s400/worte_wie_wasser_by_zwerchwerk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>"ésta es la lluvia que puso en mis manos el jinete de la región incomprensible"</div></div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-61423120248431742422007-05-12T16:26:00.000-07:002007-05-12T16:28:43.930-07:00Nieve.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2nXOQvJmoyGYkH5HBPW2btrweTfuZiz2MmKc9klgMCO-lGtcNuPryRSf1eGH4fwV72ST-JmFpafsRvpH_zcdZeSsqz66Wl7jhDL_mm3U2XA5kdU4jfH2vhuD5FeL1JT8UuRI7SiiaRj8/s1600-h/397663546_74b6c4fbf6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063820091743862466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2nXOQvJmoyGYkH5HBPW2btrweTfuZiz2MmKc9klgMCO-lGtcNuPryRSf1eGH4fwV72ST-JmFpafsRvpH_zcdZeSsqz66Wl7jhDL_mm3U2XA5kdU4jfH2vhuD5FeL1JT8UuRI7SiiaRj8/s400/397663546_74b6c4fbf6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"y para siempre tus cabellos irradian mi pena cubren el sol de mi rumbo </div><br /><div>estoy perdida en la nieve que cambia de país"</div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844878503251319299.post-28496092412261519532007-05-12T15:53:00.000-07:002007-05-12T15:57:01.471-07:00Nudos.<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkmP8PJcGq89q850bIw_ATwieVK6VgZcpoQaRbfdqvFPjQhnRKN0vUPewDRi3qS5CtRY6bxaXbAM_tYMsFW6MULhQj4yo6Ky6e5Wl2vppcN3q5TQ3D_afOCWrv3L6ltGN_8gre5Na-d3Q/s1600-h/sarah.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063811866881490610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkmP8PJcGq89q850bIw_ATwieVK6VgZcpoQaRbfdqvFPjQhnRKN0vUPewDRi3qS5CtRY6bxaXbAM_tYMsFW6MULhQj4yo6Ky6e5Wl2vppcN3q5TQ3D_afOCWrv3L6ltGN_8gre5Na-d3Q/s400/sarah.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><em>"He aquí la noche como un nudo, amor mío, en un nudo"</em></div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Las Locas Del Océanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06518077178550003552noreply@blogger.com0