tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75132270395604782372024-03-13T10:17:16.283-03:00Diario de Viajey sobre todo mirar con inocencia. como si no pasara nada, lo cual es cierto.evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-72669338454460088102010-10-17T12:49:00.000-03:002010-10-17T12:49:17.073-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/TLsahc3GUUI/AAAAAAAAB7o/CeGzT94FlNY/s1600/tumblr_ku7suwhF0l1qzuu32o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/TLsahc3GUUI/AAAAAAAAB7o/CeGzT94FlNY/s320/tumblr_ku7suwhF0l1qzuu32o1_400.jpg" width="223" /></a></div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-18556582426771086162010-09-09T22:10:00.000-03:002010-09-09T22:10:54.249-03:00prigionevivere una sola vita<br />
in una sola città<br />
in un solo Paese<br />
in un solo universo<br />
vivere in un solo mondo<br />
è prigione.<br />
<br />
amare un solo amico,<br />
un solo padre,<br />
una sola madre,<br />
una sola famiglia,<br />
amare una sola persona<br />
è prigione.<br />
<br />
conoscere una sola lingua,<br />
un solo lavoro,<br />
un solo costume,<br />
una sola civiltà<br />
conoscere una sola logica<br />
è prigione.<br />
<br />
avere un solo corpo,<br />
un solo pensiero,<br />
una sola conoscenza,<br />
una sola essenza<br />
avere un solo essere<br />
è prigione.<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><em>ndjock ngana </em></div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-67332506372365164442010-08-08T22:01:00.000-03:002010-08-08T22:01:30.670-03:00mundos nuevos<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QdWywZyYI7k&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QdWywZyYI7k&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br />
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<a href="http://bolacosmica.blogspot.com/">qué lindo</a>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-92051104648828789412010-07-16T22:22:00.000-03:002010-07-16T22:22:09.676-03:00ninja mental<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/TEEA5ZZ_kBI/AAAAAAAAB5g/dJhdq5hkXfg/s1600/fuerza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/TEEA5ZZ_kBI/AAAAAAAAB5g/dJhdq5hkXfg/s320/fuerza.jpg" width="181" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sería tan fácil si tuviera fe,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">pero en vez de fe tengo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KyOlYVtJ3I&feature=related">fuerza</a></div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-34179485597786614032010-06-24T00:36:00.000-03:002010-06-24T00:36:32.099-03:00the question remains the same<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/TCLR8HO7LPI/AAAAAAAAB4c/wb7v3qvZNks/s1600/Baeren_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/TCLR8HO7LPI/AAAAAAAAB4c/wb7v3qvZNks/s320/Baeren_web.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ser o no ser</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>careta</em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://chicksoncomic.blogspot.com/">chicks on comic</a></div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-40657370828081105502010-06-14T00:13:00.000-03:002010-06-14T00:13:17.867-03:00has recorrido un largo camino<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/TBWeEdHTaaI/AAAAAAAAB4E/aqmYmNtiDQY/s1600/herocyclediag.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/TBWeEdHTaaI/AAAAAAAAB4E/aqmYmNtiDQY/s400/herocyclediag.png" width="352" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ahora falta el último cuarto de viaje, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">hasta volver a empezar</div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-27516645390272666422010-05-22T04:34:00.000-03:002010-05-22T04:34:09.410-03:00una, aunque seaSi vuelvo alguna vez<br />
por el camino andado<br />
no quiero hallar ni ruinas ni nostalgia<br />
<br />
Lo mejor es creer que pasó todo<br />
como debía.<br />
Y al final me queda<br />
una sola certeza:<br />
haber vivido.<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><i>Certeza</i>, José Emilio Pacheco</div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-28053828591385759342010-05-12T01:45:00.000-03:002010-05-12T01:45:53.621-03:00en ese caso, elijo la banana<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S-oxzIvQ-bI/AAAAAAAAB2o/mCbcMqA7EL8/s1600/ac%C3%A1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S-oxzIvQ-bI/AAAAAAAAB2o/mCbcMqA7EL8/s320/ac%C3%A1" tt="true" width="320" /></a></div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-27168218556094462042010-05-09T00:02:00.000-03:002010-05-09T00:02:55.258-03:00in which the girl faces her fearsi was telling the tree<br />
<div align="center">i don't want to be afraid anymore,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S-YlOqBIKOI/AAAAAAAABzw/bDUwJs7oBzw/s1600/forest1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S-YlOqBIKOI/AAAAAAAABzw/bDUwJs7oBzw/s320/forest1.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">help me be free, help me be real</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S-YlYSZcEZI/AAAAAAAABz4/uXkvHjEfkis/s1600/forest2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S-YlYSZcEZI/AAAAAAAABz4/uXkvHjEfkis/s320/forest2.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div align="center">and then it dawned on me</div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-2490451148674409322010-05-06T04:19:00.000-03:002010-05-06T04:19:44.166-03:00ahora sí<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S-Jo2nsF9eI/AAAAAAAABzI/VB_vgx0VNrY/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S-Jo2nsF9eI/AAAAAAAABzI/VB_vgx0VNrY/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>¡gracias!</em></div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-32148333924589784172010-05-03T23:49:00.000-03:002010-05-03T23:49:05.280-03:00así y todo<div align="center">el invierno ya se volvió primavera</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9-JmPBg0DI/AAAAAAAABxw/bgvNskD4-BI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9-JmPBg0DI/AAAAAAAABxw/bgvNskD4-BI/s320/1.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">pero igual nieva</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9-Kb3jXBTI/AAAAAAAAByQ/QXd9BBwkcRc/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9-Kb3jXBTI/AAAAAAAAByQ/QXd9BBwkcRc/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" tt="true" /></a></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-75388355740753319122010-04-30T02:06:00.000-03:002010-04-30T02:06:12.814-03:00canta, canta, cantalo<div style="text-align: center;">"no sé por qué te pensás que cantás bien, <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9nUvFtLMrI/AAAAAAAABuM/qOFDQAQC8B4/s1600/dm1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9nUvFtLMrI/AAAAAAAABuM/qOFDQAQC8B4/s320/dm1.jpg" tt="true" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">si cantás re mal",</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9nUxo2pDtI/AAAAAAAABuU/Y_vbwSwz5_Y/s1600/dm2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9nUxo2pDtI/AAAAAAAABuU/Y_vbwSwz5_Y/s320/dm2.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">me dice siempre</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9nUzqy6u3I/AAAAAAAABuc/0Pwlyn0qFPw/s320/dm3.jpg" tt="true" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">una amiga muy querida.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">pero a mí... <em>no me importa lo que digan, </em></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>lo que digan los demás.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9nU8SKzCsI/AAAAAAAABu0/c8g-vonrp6o/s1600/dm5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9nU8SKzCsI/AAAAAAAABu0/c8g-vonrp6o/s320/dm5.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">bien o mal,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9nU-KPz3wI/AAAAAAAABu8/4qH6s4odehE/s1600/dm6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9nU-KPz3wI/AAAAAAAABu8/4qH6s4odehE/s320/dm6.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">yo canto</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">porque me gusta </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9nVExHnhNI/AAAAAAAABvM/q2MaEzqCfwE/s1600/dm9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9nVExHnhNI/AAAAAAAABvM/q2MaEzqCfwE/s320/dm9.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">cantar</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9nVHDqih0I/AAAAAAAABvU/9q3ADwoTgAM/s1600/dm8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9nVHDqih0I/AAAAAAAABvU/9q3ADwoTgAM/s320/dm8.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-41607556508243694492010-04-28T19:33:00.000-03:002010-04-28T19:33:26.156-03:00nos engañaron con la primavera<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9i3fMAWaGI/AAAAAAAABto/Ov9rZ_Ozd6c/s1600/flor1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9i3fMAWaGI/AAAAAAAABto/Ov9rZ_Ozd6c/s400/flor1.jpg" tt="true" width="161" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">hola</div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-30393405928341561852010-04-25T16:24:00.000-03:002010-04-25T16:24:02.884-03:00tu, trasparente pensiero di vetro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9O8d7O37FI/AAAAAAAABsc/Wta7Q4gYw-Q/s1600/euridice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9O8d7O37FI/AAAAAAAABsc/Wta7Q4gYw-Q/s320/euridice.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">IV</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Può finire un amore, può cessare</div><div style="text-align: center;">di scorrere il sangue, così improvvisamente,</div><div style="text-align: center;">bloccarsi un corpo, tacere una mente,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e dicono non ci sia nulla da fare.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Io ti scuoto e ti scuoto, Euridice,</div><div style="text-align: center;">non è possibile che non mi rispondi</div><div style="text-align: center;">lì dove sei finita e ti nascondi,</div><div style="text-align: center;">tornata sottoterra, mia radice.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
E' uno scherzo, non può essere vero</div><div style="text-align: center;">che rimanga di te solo il dolore:</div><div style="text-align: center;">tutto intorno più nero del nero.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Per questo alzati, cara, non fingere</div><div style="text-align: center;">un silenzio adirato, accusatore.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Non restartene lì come una sfinge.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>Euridice</em> (fragmento), Alida Airaghi</div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-45667277612793446282010-04-25T02:01:00.000-03:002010-04-25T02:01:11.592-03:00shakie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9PMGwaGdGI/AAAAAAAABsk/GxD708rPTIE/s1600/young+neil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S9PMGwaGdGI/AAAAAAAABsk/GxD708rPTIE/s400/young+neil.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-752743681418094492010-04-19T17:16:00.001-03:002010-04-19T17:17:11.354-03:00aguas quietas y profundas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S8y48ZVU2EI/AAAAAAAABrg/EQM-G2L40S8/s1600/nicaragua+nicaragua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S8y48ZVU2EI/AAAAAAAABrg/EQM-G2L40S8/s400/nicaragua+nicaragua.jpg" width="267" wt="true" /></a></div>Non sono onde. Ne avrebbero forse<br />
l’intenzione; increspature leggere,<br />
rughe dell’acqua, e basta.<br />
<br />
Non sarà mai tempesta,<br />
questo lago, scarso coraggio<br />
di farsi mare: se accoglie un fiume,<br />
lo placa, lo annulla in una quiete<br />
casta. E così niente corse né fughe<br />
di pesci, ma vaghi girotondi,<br />
guizzi di piume d’anatra in festa.<br />
<br />
Bisogna aver paura di chi non sa osare:<br />
laghi colline periferie.<br />
Acque chete e profonde celano<br />
malefici, stregonerie.<br />
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<em>Il Lago</em>, Alida AiraghievAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-23060062185050972842010-04-13T00:37:00.000-03:002010-04-13T00:37:13.462-03:00meant to be<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S8PmvYMq4-I/AAAAAAAABpc/IQdEkXuikzc/s1600/bob+y+yo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S8PmvYMq4-I/AAAAAAAABpc/IQdEkXuikzc/s400/bob+y+yo.jpg" width="267" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">it will always be you</div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-38134436883008453002010-04-12T16:44:00.000-03:002010-04-12T16:44:43.932-03:00half of what I say<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">is meaningless</div><div style="text-align: center;">but I say it </div><div style="text-align: center;">just to reach you</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S8N3ql8BZeI/AAAAAAAABpU/5VKppNPWW-Y/s1600/DSC00249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S8N3ql8BZeI/AAAAAAAABpU/5VKppNPWW-Y/s320/DSC00249.JPG" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>julia</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-19763931483960399602010-04-05T18:25:00.000-03:002010-04-05T18:25:29.365-03:00ocuparse de los piestal vez todas las horas sean la hora zeta<br />
pasa que a veces uno no se da cuenta<br />
no es por alguien, no, que empiezan las re y capitulaciones<br />
es por todos<br />
por las veces que uno hubiera querido ser espejo u ojo de los otros<br />
-si hubiera sido manos, nos habrían acariciado mejor-,<br />
hubiera querido ser lobo para que mamá no me encajara cofia,<br />
frasco de compotas y este susto que conservo todavía frente a madres, habitantes de los bosques y disfraces en general<br />
hubiera querido sobre todo una madrugada romana de abril ser vos<br />
para que me retuvieras<br />
o en cualquier tiempo ser un pelo del anular derecho<br />
porque es un buen puesto de observación y se puede pasar inadvertido<br />
hubiera querido la barrabasada de ser dios para atender mi propia oficina de colocaciones y pedidos<br />
doblar entonces ahora mismo por florida hacia paraguay<br />
a la deriva de los encuentros precisos y porteños<br />
cuando todavía creía/mos en la fábula de la creación, por ejemplo;<br />
baires no era objeto de titulares en las necrológicas del<br />
mundo y se podía compartir el abrigo de rostros y reparos conocidos<br />
<br />
quién me ha catapultado tan certeramente en este punto final de lejanía<br />
<br />
-recuerdo que alguna vez borges me dijo inventando o<br />
traduciendo a un anglosajón delirante como caballo sin pasto, o<br />
borges equivocándose de diccionario, que a quien dios<br />
bien quiere lo envía a tierras lejanas; pero después, lo hará volver?,<br />
le preguntaría hoy, antes de que se me muriera o se le olvidaran página y respuesta-<br />
<br />
la noche me cae encima a picos húmedos y tristes<br />
prolija limo las aristas<br />
para que no me hagan mucho daño estos hombres extraños<br />
silenciosos o pequeños<br />
a quienes no me preocupo por amar ni menos detestar<br />
les palmeo el hocico como a un animal ajeno<br />
del que no se espera la retribución de la caricia<br />
y el vacío es tal que si lanzo una piedra, digo, yo misma<br />
estoy segura de no oírme siquiera tocar fondo<br />
<br />
sola y perdida en medio de interrogantes crepusculares, tifones y cerezos<br />
sin nadie, vos, que me bese y diga buenos días<br />
y sin embargo, ahora que la cultura de la vida me ha enseñado<br />
el muestrario más amplio de suicidios y suicidas<br />
no me decido por ninguno<br />
<br />
a sabiendas que no puedo remontar el arcoiris<br />
que carezco de un remoto mapa del tesoro<br />
para que al menos los descubridores se lleven el gran chasco<br />
y sólo tengo un saco de papeles viejos que no sirven para nada<br />
aquí, lejos de la ciudad que guarda mis humores de vivir<br />
el signo de infinito me crece sin conventos de posesas en ludún<br />
si supieras/ que de día me anochece<br />
que flaqueo<br />
que después de dedicarte este <em>velorio del solo</em><br />
me dispongo, Juan, como algunos<br />
simplemente a persistir<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><em>Tokio hora zeta</em>, Luisa Futoransky</div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-85327868719735855652010-04-05T18:23:00.000-03:002010-04-05T18:23:27.534-03:00matisse + joyce<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S7Xr-Pi3RQI/AAAAAAAABmw/9nCjSKri_tg/s1600/MATISSE%2520ICARUS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S7Xr-Pi3RQI/AAAAAAAABmw/9nCjSKri_tg/s320/MATISSE%2520ICARUS.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">she prays now, she says, that I may learn in my own life and away from family and friends</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">what the heart is and what it feels</div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-74504478983446748982010-04-04T03:05:00.000-03:002010-04-04T03:05:35.427-03:00o'keefe + rexroth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S7gp6R_NBCI/AAAAAAAABnQ/hnGNMnFCl1Y/s1600/Flowers%2520Symbols%25202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S7gp6R_NBCI/AAAAAAAABnQ/hnGNMnFCl1Y/s320/Flowers%2520Symbols%25202.jpg" /></a></div>¿Quién sos vos? ¿Quién soy yo? Atormentados<br />
Por los muertos, los muertos y el pasado,<br />
La inercia decadente de personas<br />
Y cosas muertas e irreales. Por la amenaza de<br />
Lo impersonal, eso que<br />
Jamás admitirá a los individuos,<br />
Ese mundo cerrado de las cosas.<br />
¿Quién sos vos? Que salís<br />
De la tierra y los minerales, una<br />
Pálida hoja como ninguna otra,<br />
Desenvolviéndote, y después otra,<br />
Nueva y extraña, completamente diferente,<br />
Lo opuesto de lo que esperaba, alimentándose<br />
De la cálida sangre de mi corazón, crece.<br />
Algo nuevo, extraño, diferente.<br />
Tu propia hoja, tu propia flor frutal,<br />
Pero nutrida por una raíz,<br />
Raíz de nuestros cuerpos hechos uno.<br />
Vos y yo, desde el único <br />
Al doble, y del doble<br />
Al otro, al hermoso<br />
Proceso eterno e incomprensible de<br />
Crecer y convertirnos cada uno en<br />
Nosotros mismos para el otro. <br />
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<em>Growing</em>, de Kenneth Rexroth.evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-80851400909642818822010-03-31T18:58:00.002-03:002010-03-31T19:36:42.981-03:00klimt + ferlinghetti<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S7PBlAoUGhI/AAAAAAAABlA/Q2ci4sDE4pg/s1600/the-kiss-gustav-klimt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S7PBlAoUGhI/AAAAAAAABlA/Q2ci4sDE4pg/s320/the-kiss-gustav-klimt.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They are kneeling upright on a flowered bed</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> He</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> has just caught her there</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> and holds her still</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Her gown</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> has slipped down</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> off her shoulder</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He has urgent hunger</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> His dark head</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> bends to her</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> hungrily</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And the woman the woman</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> turns her tangerine lips from his</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> one hand like the head of a dead swan</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> draped down over</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> his heavy neck</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> the fingers</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> strangely crimped </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> tightly together</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> her other arm doubled up</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> against her tight breast</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> her hand a languid claw</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> clutching his hand</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> which would turn her mouth</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> to his</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> her long dress made</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> of multicolored blossoms</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> quilted on gold</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> her Titian hair</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> with blue stars in it</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And his gold </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> harlequin robe</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> checkered with</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> dark squares</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Gold garlands</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> stream down over</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> her bare calves &</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> tensed feet</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nearby there must be</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> a jeweled tree</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> with glass leaves aglitter</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> in the gold air</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> It must be</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> morning</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> in a faraway place somewhere</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> They </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> are silent together</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> as in a flowered field</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> upon the summer couch</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> which must be hers</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> And he holds her still</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> so passionately</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> holds her head to his</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> so gently so insistently</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> to make her turn</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> her lips to his</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Her eyes are closed</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> like folded petals</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> will not open</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> He </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> is not the One</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><em>Short story on a painting of Gustav Klimt</em>, Lawrence Ferlinghetti</div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-69112492960720575752010-03-27T14:48:00.000-03:002010-03-27T14:48:12.935-03:00vuela esta canción<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S61Ii53N8sI/AAAAAAAABjs/KyZIbrEW6AE/s1600/mer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S61Ii53N8sI/AAAAAAAABjs/KyZIbrEW6AE/s320/mer.jpg" width="249" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">para tí, lucía,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">la más bella historia de amor</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">que tuve y tendré</div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-54114375571865981512010-03-24T23:58:00.001-03:002010-03-25T22:18:03.526-03:00van gogh + rexroth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S6rOiQxnxzI/AAAAAAAABiE/__KDESG1PQI/s1600/starrynight1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="326" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDN2AYKFpk/S6rOiQxnxzI/AAAAAAAABiE/__KDESG1PQI/s400/starrynight1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>There are no images here<br />
In the solitude, only<br />
The night and its stars which are<br />
Relationships rather than <br />
Images. Shifting darkness,<br />
Strains of feeling, lines of force,<br />
Webs of thoughts, no images,<br />
Only night and time aging<br />
The night in its darkness, just<br />
Motion in space in the dark.<br />
It is a night full of darkness,<br />
And space, and stars, and the hours<br />
Going by, and time going by,<br />
And the night growing old, and all <br />
The webs, and nets, of relationships<br />
Changing, and it is Spring night<br />
In Provence, here where I am,<br />
And under the half moon the almond<br />
Buds are ready to burst. Before noon<br />
The blossoms will open, here by<br />
This peach colored house amongst <br />
The steel gray pines and the gray<br />
Limestone cliffs. Now the buds<br />
Are round and tight in the dim<br />
Moonlight, in the night that<br />
Stretches on forever, that had<br />
No beginning, and that will <br />
Never end, and it doesn't mean<br />
Anything. It isn't an image of<br />
Something. It isn't a symbol of<br />
Something else. It is just an<br />
Almond tree, in the night, by<br />
The house, in the woods, by <br />
A vineyard, under the setting<br />
Half moon, in Provence, in the<br />
Beginning of another Spring.evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513227039560478237.post-35618972779935451282010-03-18T12:22:00.001-03:002010-03-19T11:12:04.293-03:00think twice<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ov3LDSjy29o&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ov3LDSjy29o&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Go ahead</span>: say what you're thinking. The <span style="font-size: large;">garden</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">is not the real world. Machines</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">are the <span style="font-size: large;">real world</span>. Say frankly what any fool</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">could read in your face: it makes sense</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to avoid us, to <span style="font-size: large;">resist</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">nostalgia</span>. It is</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">not modern enough, the sound the wind makes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">stirring a meadow of daisies: the mind</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">cannot shine following it. And the mind wants to shine, plainly, as</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">machines</span> shine, and not</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">grow deep</span> as, for example, roots. It is very touching,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">all the same, to see you cautiously</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">approaching <span style="font-size: large;">the meadow's border</span> in early morning,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">when no one could possibly</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">be watching you. The longer you stand at the edge,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the more <span style="font-size: large;">nervous</span> you seem. No one wants to hear</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">impressions of the natural world: you will be</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">laughed at</span> again; scorn will be piled on you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As for what you're actually</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">hearing this morning: <span style="font-size: large;">think twice</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">before you tell anyone what was said in this field</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and <span style="font-size: large;">by whom.</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><em>daisies</em>, louise glück</div>evAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903673461534436392noreply@blogger.com0