tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85390149908810913312011-10-08T18:21:43.357-04:30En la oscuridad de la noche se puede encontrar un rayito de sol en los brazos tibios de la luna...@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.comBlogger971100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-83689407993095609682010-06-08T16:34:00.006-04:302010-06-08T17:00:44.982-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/TA6x2KBH3aI/AAAAAAAAAb0/zktRXakb5KQ/s1600/blanconlg.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480513340516588962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/TA6x2KBH3aI/AAAAAAAAAb0/zktRXakb5KQ/s320/blanconlg.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>No es tan fácil soñar con tus manos</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>que se posan sobre mi y me mueven.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Con tu boca que me bebe sorbo a sorbo</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y tu lengua que me ata</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>amarrándome desde el umbral de mis pezones</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>hasta el final cóncavo de mis caderas.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Incentiva mi vientre</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>tu centro - entrepierna</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>que me sostiene y me asienta </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>ondeando mi silueta .</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Me enredo en esas noches - blandas y húmedas-</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>en que me invade el sentir con tu ir y venir,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>aunque seas la sombra proyectada de mis deseos.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-8368940799309560968?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-36002784125468513382010-05-04T15:26:00.010-04:302010-05-06T08:46:18.400-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/S-B8KuiWLQI/AAAAAAAAAbs/UdqJ3yiFT98/s1600/R0SdJP02M3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467506471360408834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/S-B8KuiWLQI/AAAAAAAAAbs/UdqJ3yiFT98/s320/R0SdJP02M3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>No hay respuesta a lo que pregunta mi corazón</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>cuando late fuerte </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y el pulso acelera,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>cada vez que tu lengua furtiva</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>incentiva a danzar mi vientre</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>haciendo surcos húmedos</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Es esa agua tibia</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>-con su magia diferente-</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>que inunda mi camino</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>al compás clandestino,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>tarareando esa conocida imagen rítmica</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>detenida en cada esquina de mi fuente</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Tu verbo dentro de mi</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>se mueve en silencio</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>germinando gemidos y más de diez mil suspiros</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Aún no hay respuesta</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y se oculta el sol para suerte de los dos...</em></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-3600278412546851338?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-41903119721530966392010-03-23T16:37:00.006-04:302010-03-23T16:48:33.901-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/S6kvHvXJDZI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-LS5SFROWXc/s1600-h/000055276212951I.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451940633927814546" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/S6kvHvXJDZI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-LS5SFROWXc/s320/000055276212951I.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Es posible mirar las estrellas con los ojos cerrados?</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Tocar el cielo con la puntita de los dedos,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>sin siquiera despegar del suelo?</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Soy paranormal...</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>escucho en el silencio de tu no voz</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>los te quiero</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y mi mirada se pierde en el color miel de tus ojos, </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>en la cálida respiración que toca mis mejillas</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y se desvía hacia mi orilla</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>(es ese tipo de beso que se da sin los labios)</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Susurros imperceptibles por lo ajeno</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>que hacen palpitar mi ansiosa y ahora húmeda concavidad</em></span>.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-4190311972153096639?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-38807245513164062942010-03-12T14:31:00.007-04:302010-03-12T17:50:15.024-04:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/S5qPlkD_KFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/DWb7HpWOmDQ/s1600-h/la%252Bbestia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447824574756366418" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/S5qPlkD_KFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/DWb7HpWOmDQ/s320/la%252Bbestia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Muérdeme,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>quiero entregarme violenta y salvaje</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Te exijo!</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>átame a tu ombligo,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>apriétame fuerte, tatúame en tu piel</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>lacérame la espalda con besos,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>márcame por entera</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>rasguña mis piernas y mis caderas</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Róbame humedades</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Deseo morir en brazos de la bestia</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>descubrir en ti al hombre malo</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Estoy harta de vivir de sueños y suspiros ilusionados</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>ser sombra de árbol entre caminos mal andados.</em></span></p><p></p><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-3880724551316406294?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-62879941423476549832010-02-25T13:57:00.009-04:302010-02-25T14:28:44.799-04:30<a style="font-family: webdings;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/S4bEIv9ubQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/kM9B7idoarM/s1600-h/eleselas066.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/S4bEIv9ubQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/kM9B7idoarM/s320/eleselas066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442252854317182210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><span>Juro arroparme con tu piel extensa</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >en mis noches de insomnio y frío</span> <span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />y que abrigues con tus brazos</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > </span><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />este cuerpo, luna albahío</span> <span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br />Bañarme con tu </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >sudor<br />cuando el calor</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >me haga hoguera</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" ><br />y que seas el estanque donde ahogue mis quimeras</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >Beber de tu saliva<br />cuando el calor deshidrate</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" ><br />estos labios que te ansían y que no querrán soltarte</span><br /><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >Que mis ojitos no dejen de mirarte,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" ><br />que no se cansen de ti jamás</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >porque quiero desembocar en ti</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >toda mi felicidad</span><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-6287994142347654983?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-25273748486312934692010-02-11T14:56:00.004-04:302010-02-11T15:11:29.789-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/S3RaAogW8RI/AAAAAAAAAbE/CUF0pTqYaQ8/s1600-h/1329916_2646599635.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437069617062670610" style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/S3RaAogW8RI/AAAAAAAAAbE/CUF0pTqYaQ8/s320/1329916_2646599635.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>En el océano de tus caderas </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>soy feliz como barco a la deriva</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>bailando con el vaivén de las olas</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>gemidos rítmicos de mi fantasia</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Tu mar inunda</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>me ahoga en deseos</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>mi piel de velero </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>-abierta al viento-</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Podré dejar de besarte?</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>anverso y reverso </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>de mis pensamientos perversos</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>La espuma de tus manos</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>me mojan entera</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>imprimen su aroma </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>con cada caricia</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Al llegar la hora del acto sagrado</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>-fatídico final-</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>me queda la boca </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>con un suavecito sabor a sal...</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"></a></p><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-2527374848631293469?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-80634699258283313032010-01-07T13:57:00.004-04:302010-01-07T14:22:38.292-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/S0YoK6zh5WI/AAAAAAAAAa8/55vDMIa0lNg/s1600-h/Zatatustra+del+amor.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424066969263531362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/S0YoK6zh5WI/AAAAAAAAAa8/55vDMIa0lNg/s320/Zatatustra+del+amor.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Algunas veces, </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>la soledad te encuentra acompañándome</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y entre gritos el silencio te nombra.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Cuatro paredes sirven de testigos índigos </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y sudan pensamientos impropios, que se hacen realidad,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>frente a sus ojos</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Algunas veces susurro gemidos; </em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>La noche vibra con su luna sorprendida<br />y mi cuerpo es territorio fértil, transparente y caliente.</em></span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Acá el tiempo no muere </span></em><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">-mientras finja-</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">aún cuando no estés al final de mis miradas, carentes de ti...</span></em><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"></a></p><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-8063469925828331303?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-31428455430338695822009-12-27T11:28:00.004-04:302009-12-27T11:45:07.921-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SzeG6i83EMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/4CXM_3n0Adc/s1600-h/foticos+088.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419949016936288450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SzeG6i83EMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/4CXM_3n0Adc/s320/foticos+088.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SzeE_WRSxMI/AAAAAAAAAas/minBMw5G5-w/s1600-h/foticos+013.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419946900408419522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SzeE_WRSxMI/AAAAAAAAAas/minBMw5G5-w/s320/foticos+013.jpg" /></a> </div><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Quise compartir con todos mis amigos blogueros, el motivo de mi ausencia en estos días... estoy aprovechando mis días vacionales para compartir con mis dos pajaritos.</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Les dejo mi cariño más sincero, un abrazo hiper mega gigante de año nuevo y un besito super dulce y tierno de parte de mis tórtolos y mi persona...</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Nunca olviden que los quiero muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuushisimo!!!</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-3142845543033869582?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-13763831685049489912009-11-10T15:08:00.009-04:302009-11-11T08:40:09.165-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SvnBvIz89eI/AAAAAAAAAac/EGrWUduGLdE/s1600-h/1302643.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402562243571021282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SvnBvIz89eI/AAAAAAAAAac/EGrWUduGLdE/s320/1302643.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>No lo veo,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>la oscuridad me impide hacerlo</em></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Siento</em></span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>que una fuerza mágica se posa sobre mi espalda como mariposa,</em></span></p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>me cubre con sus alas alentadoras y cálidas</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>tienta, hurga, desentraña de mí</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>- las ganas -</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>después de una dulce batalla</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>(delicadamente me honra la derrota)</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>un eterno y hondo suspiro presagia el fin</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y me lleva al orgasmo...</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-1376383168504948991?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-52045763293424704952009-10-29T10:41:00.006-04:302009-10-29T11:02:48.607-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sumw7rRzk2I/AAAAAAAAAaU/q97CW1yDmHo/s1600-h/kygh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398040167656428386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sumw7rRzk2I/AAAAAAAAAaU/q97CW1yDmHo/s320/kygh.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Escucho el silencio,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>su ruido estremecedor eriza mi piel</em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>i n t a c t a</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>e inevitablemente te pienso</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Sobre mi,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>la silueta de tu imagen</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>agita las ganas y tiemblo</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>-ángulo perfecto-</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>despoja de mi todo aquello que me cubre</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y me entrego a soñarte</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>a presentir tu aliento</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y a imaginar tu lengua juguetona acicalándome</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Soy extraña, a veces,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>pero adoro el silencio que la noche oscura me ofrece.</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Amo, amarte ausente y callado</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>mientras gimo deseos inalcanzables...</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-5204576329342470495?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-31217577177249640682009-10-18T22:43:00.008-04:302009-10-27T13:27:18.736-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Stvak7cemqI/AAAAAAAAAaE/CfqHosjQV2Q/s1600-h/45770709.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394145306673584802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Stvak7cemqI/AAAAAAAAAaE/CfqHosjQV2Q/s320/45770709.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Desnuda de pensamientos impíos, espero.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Mientras, </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>la luna juega con la silueta de mi impaciencia...</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-3121757717724964068?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-74089730925829989142009-10-15T16:33:00.006-04:302009-10-15T16:49:27.626-04:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SteOe-fd5oI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wwY1r_DJd4g/s1600-h/09.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392935741621659266" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SteOe-fd5oI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wwY1r_DJd4g/s320/09.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Aprenderé a vivir de sueños</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">-como antes lo hacía-</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">jugaré con el tiempo</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">desnudando las horas.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Me entregaré, sin condición,</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">a la ausencia hecha sombra de alguna imagen</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">que revele un rostro en su momento.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Tal vez, sea pecado</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">pero amar es lo que quiero.</span></em><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"></a><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><p></p><p>Agradezco de corazón a todos mis amigos blogueros por estar siempre conmigo, por demostrarme su amistad incondicional, por no dejarme sola y por quererme a pesar de mis ausencias...</p><p>Los quieroooooooooooooooooooo a todos!!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-7408973092582998914?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-53719374716750049482009-09-14T00:00:00.015-04:302009-09-22T10:21:01.050-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Srji6oJ7GgI/AAAAAAAAAZs/c4uADfioyrw/s1600-h/47496-52550.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384302851360758274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Srji6oJ7GgI/AAAAAAAAAZs/c4uADfioyrw/s320/47496-52550.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Fui para ti, </span></em></div></div><div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">anego de letras extrañas, solo un vuelo, </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">una ilusión razante, fugaz...</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Tú para mí,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">el alfa y omega, </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">la luz, la oscuridad</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">el día y la noche,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">el oxígeno que ensanchaba mis pulmones</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">espejismo de felicidad,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">oasis en el desierto,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">donde quise calmar mi sed...</span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Que pena saber que fui tan poco y tú tanto!</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Hoy, ahogo mis ansias y</span></em><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> mis sueños</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">en las arenas de alguna orilla desierta</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">y muero de soledad... </span></em></div><div> </div></div></div><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-5371937471675004948?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-208784618985370162009-09-10T14:16:00.007-04:302009-09-10T14:28:39.362-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SqlJwMsQQYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/JtU6bu35ZF8/s1600-h/251843521199710720_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379912322260156802" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SqlJwMsQQYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/JtU6bu35ZF8/s320/251843521199710720_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>He aprendido: </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>ninguna lágrima es garantía de olvido,</em></span></p><p><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">he llorado mares y aún te llevo conmigo...</span></em></p><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-20878461898537016?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-937428274521830232009-09-01T11:01:00.004-04:302009-09-01T11:10:24.240-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sp0-X9qNoQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/8xqszskUe74/s1600-h/lagrimasll0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376522111559770370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sp0-X9qNoQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/8xqszskUe74/s320/lagrimasll0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Si me dieran a elegir,</em></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>escogería -al anochecer- dormir entre tus brazos</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y despertar en tí, a tu lado</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Si me dieran la oportunidad</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>de borrar un día de mi vida,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>renunciaría a aquel que decidiste</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>alejarte sin decir adiós</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y sin darme la excusa de tu desamor</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Si me regalaran un motivo</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>para seguir escribiendo mi historia</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>cerraría mis ojos y empezaría de nuevo,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>pero aún te tengo en mi memoria...</em></span></p><p><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></p><p></p><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-93742827452183023?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-17945323930548187532009-08-19T12:59:00.007-04:302009-08-19T13:08:16.343-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sow2mR0b9ZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/kbF2eZchIb8/s1600-h/20090717135447-angel-denusdo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371728486792426898" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sow2mR0b9ZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/kbF2eZchIb8/s320/20090717135447-angel-denusdo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Soy pajarito pequeño que</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>aclamando libertad,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>necesita el abrigo y el calor de un nido que la guarde</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Deja que vuele -libre- a tí</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y encuentre refugio entre tus brazos</em></span></p><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-1794532393054818753?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-23464842836836195912009-08-14T15:06:00.005-04:302009-08-14T15:15:49.086-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SoW80CugmYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Mg_7nRY60PI/s1600-h/soledadgdhdhdyd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369905732980349314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SoW80CugmYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Mg_7nRY60PI/s320/soledadgdhdhdyd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">El amor no se hizo para mi,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">aún así, cuando cierro los ojos,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">sueño que soy feliz</span></em></p><br /><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Voy a tratar de dormir largamente,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">la realidad es una daga punteaguda</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">que me hiere hasta morir</span></em><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">...</span></em></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-2346484283683619591?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-63885787556473928852009-08-11T12:47:00.005-04:302009-08-11T13:00:15.688-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SoGoGthC4cI/AAAAAAAAAYk/n8EoibUbP30/s1600-h/586.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368757064053219778" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SoGoGthC4cI/AAAAAAAAAYk/n8EoibUbP30/s320/586.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Yo,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>tácito silencio, verso escrito,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>baúl lleno de ilusiones,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>albergue de sueños</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>e instantes esperados</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Tú,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>historia inconclusa, versos recitados,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>cofre abierto,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>ente distante</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>vestido de inevitable ausencia</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Existe un fuerte antagonismo entre los dos,</em></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>aún así, te amaré hasta el final de mis dias.</em></span></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-6388578755647392885?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-5886930734817495432009-08-08T00:33:00.006-04:302009-08-13T11:00:22.221-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sn0Hjm9hPZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/HAwKPYr5yNQ/s1600-h/musa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367454639230893458" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sn0Hjm9hPZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/HAwKPYr5yNQ/s320/musa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Me encantaría estar ahí</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>cerca de ti o donde tú estés</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>sentirte sobre mi, convertida en tu colchón</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>o ser la almohada que te guarda los sueños, dormido</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y uno que otro pensamiento, despierto</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Me gustaria ser tu boca, tus dientes o tu lengua</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>para ser saliva, gusto o aliento.</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Transmutarme, tal vez, en tu voz</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y hacerme verbo y luego palabra</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Me gustaría quedarme a tu lado,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>ser la sombra que desviste tu interior</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y se queda tras de ti o a un costado,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>para cuidarte con los rayos de sol</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y arrullarte en los brazos de la luna</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Todo eso me gustaria,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>lo demás, no puedo decirlo con palabras...</em></span></p><p></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-588693073481749543?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-90425722392458885452009-08-05T09:10:00.002-04:302009-08-05T09:20:51.451-04:30<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGNgodBkJZY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGNgodBkJZY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Soñar no me basta,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>aunque trate de escribir tu presencia</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>duele mucho tu eterna ausencia...</em></span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-9042572239245888545?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-21819044688694256302009-08-03T22:44:00.008-04:302009-08-03T23:32:40.558-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sneoor97FcI/AAAAAAAAAX8/46UBnZcGfF8/s1600-h/huge3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365942897985918402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sneoor97FcI/AAAAAAAAAX8/46UBnZcGfF8/s320/huge3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Snen8LLpxHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DeTc1UwcMqQ/s1600-h/boca%25C3%25A7.jpg"></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Acércate,</em></span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>alivia esta ansiedad.</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Tienta con la humedad de tu boca</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>estos labios que se mueren de ganas</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y calma este antojo de ti</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>con un beso...</em></span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-2181904468869425630?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-85783651643465647612009-07-27T16:26:00.011-04:302009-08-03T23:36:14.622-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sm4WvMAeZ3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/_qO4pEOOrwM/s1600-h/081014-aliento-04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363249206177720178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sm4WvMAeZ3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/_qO4pEOOrwM/s320/081014-aliento-04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Debutante promisorio</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>de caricias advertidas</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>otra vez dentro, empezó eso...</em></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Ya te siento luchar sobre mi pecho.</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Tu lengua combativa hace batalla</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>en mi tibia y ahora silente concavidad.</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Uno, sueltas...</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Luego con tu dulce sabor-aroma</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>unto mis labios</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y respiro.</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Esta contienda la he ganado yo</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y suspiro...</em></span></p><p></p></div></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-8578365164346564761?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-5905585255960317712009-07-22T22:43:00.007-04:302009-08-03T23:21:45.966-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SmfVtQoxj0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/iBKzvjfpoZc/s1600-h/y1p4PJEtnj9UiZCnO3_ZblMwwi1nh2MyFrhmmzO02o2g7b7x-yaP6N54t0ErKfAramdFH2K130cP2U.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361488854944681794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SmfVtQoxj0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/iBKzvjfpoZc/s320/y1p4PJEtnj9UiZCnO3_ZblMwwi1nh2MyFrhmmzO02o2g7b7x-yaP6N54t0ErKfAramdFH2K130cP2U.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Quiero ser ave que remonta el vuelo</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>surcar el cielo y encontrar mi nido</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>en la orilla de tu cuello</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Llenar mi luna de libertad</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>tirar de las cadenas que me atan</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y andar desnuda entre la tenue luz</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>que me envuelve y que me alcanza</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Quiero perder la cordura, envolverte en delirios</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>respirar el aire quieto</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>esperando que la calma se convierta en viento</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y apague la llama</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>- a t r a p a d a -</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Quedarme en ti,</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>morir en ti...</em></span></p><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-590558525596031771?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-30002216295076663212009-07-15T22:43:00.011-04:302009-08-13T13:25:22.998-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sl6c3IVTj4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/mtDmEX1ATMo/s1600-h/20061108AAO775.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358893077561053058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sl6c3IVTj4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/mtDmEX1ATMo/s320/20061108AAO775.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Posiblemente hoy </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">muera aniquilada de deseos,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">de pensar en ti,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">de extrañarte</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Posiblemente mi amor</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">sea insolente y un poco vulnerable</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">pero mi debilidad radica en mis pies siempre descalzos,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">caminando el cielo</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">El reloj se retrasa</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">y mis recuerdos -hechos sueños-</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">son la imagen desprotegida </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">de estar, con lo que está ausente.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Mientras finjo tu compañía,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">las persianas de mi ventana pintan líneas horizontales</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">en mi eterna soledad...</span></em></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-3000221629507666321?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-68338150364089366052009-07-05T17:34:00.009-04:302009-08-03T23:25:50.541-04:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SlEjkvSMyaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/bAnHJHVj7y8/s1600-h/PIEL_MOJADA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355100545995295138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SlEjkvSMyaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/bAnHJHVj7y8/s320/PIEL_MOJADA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>La noche cómplice y la luna testigo...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Me tienes frente a ti</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>al alcance de tus manos, sin tocarme<br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Contemplas el paisaje,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>disfrutas el momento</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mientras juego a acercarme lentamente</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-acechando-</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>te prendes de mis labios</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y tus manos incesantes ordenan mis deseos,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mis piernas obedientes, toman rumbos diferentes</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>(este y oeste)</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Mi mundo interior -antes desolado-</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>se puebla de ti y un gemido susurra al viento.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Tu lengua juega con mis frutos maduros</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y sedientos del hombre que me hace feliz,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mujer hasta el final de los tiempos...</em></span><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Los sueños son como jinetes </em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>que cabalgan libremente por la llanura.</em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Cierro mis ojos y te imagino alli,</em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>sentado en esa silla , esperando por mi</em></span>.</div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-6833815036408936605?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-76086514463611253022009-06-26T22:46:00.004-04:302009-08-03T23:26:26.096-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SkWPL9CJ7RI/AAAAAAAAAVk/_0Ll3DDWIn8/s1600-h/janoshsimonbodyscape.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351841167724637458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SkWPL9CJ7RI/AAAAAAAAAVk/_0Ll3DDWIn8/s320/janoshsimonbodyscape.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Ven,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cobra tus ausencias, </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>renuncia a los miedos,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>estoy en deuda y la noche te reclama</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Átate a mi ombligo</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>sumérgete en aquello que parece inevitable</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Adhiérete como yedra</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y corta una a una las ramas que te retienen...</em></span></p><p> </p><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-7608651446361125302?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-38791485211812795692009-06-18T22:48:00.009-04:302009-08-03T23:35:11.072-04:30<p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SjsEfbfODLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/pjt_U5I2IIE/s1600-h/12g5g5h5.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348873920433753266" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SjsEfbfODLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/pjt_U5I2IIE/s320/12g5g5h5.bmp" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Te espero,</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">en mi lecho tibio y suave</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">con la plenitud de mis deseos</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">y la desnudez acicalada de mi alma.</span></em></p><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Te espero,</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">en la frontera enclaustrada</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">y la querencia que emana</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">de aquel pequeño rectángulo</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">que nos cerca y nos atrae</span></em></p><br /><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></p><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><strong>Te espero</strong></span></em></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">con mi cofre llenito de gemidos y palabras ya oxidadas... </span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></em></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-3879148521181279569?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-1138580907818543212009-06-16T21:14:00.009-04:302009-08-03T23:37:08.549-04:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SjhmXCb3jMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/c3UNkTBPoOM/s1600-h/deseos-1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348137103479246018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SjhmXCb3jMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/c3UNkTBPoOM/s320/deseos-1.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sjhl__lyGdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/g0OwVeTy04s/s1600-h/Deseo~1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Ya has estado muchas veces en mi vida</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mi bella ilusión presentida</em></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Tu cuerpo no es asombro...</em></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Ahora, </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mientras la luna renace,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>tus dedos trazan lineas en remolino</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en el punto medio de mi hoja en blanco </em></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Las sábanas son cielo,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>somos libres en este vuelo horizontal,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que compartimos</em></span></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Mientras yo, </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>dibujo gemidos</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>tú, escribes con tu pluma</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>nuestra historia en mi boca...</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-113858090781854321?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-13117221611127430592009-06-08T20:47:00.004-04:302009-08-03T23:27:55.931-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Si25l-66giI/AAAAAAAAAUU/tj8wr-pK0U4/s1600-h/florsiempreviva.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345132394955047458" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Si25l-66giI/AAAAAAAAAUU/tj8wr-pK0U4/s320/florsiempreviva.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Y llegaré a ti.</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Tus manos en primicia</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">bendecirán el retoño-deseo</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">que brotará como flor de siempreviva</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">y un suspiro extendido acompañará</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">la suave brisa con </span></em><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">el rocío, olor a primavera...</span></em></p><p> </p><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-1311722161112743059?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-56626553662970418482009-06-03T22:18:00.011-04:302009-08-03T23:37:49.284-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sic5bqkkSKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ACLByZpEPL8/s1600-h/567%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343302630345296034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sic5bqkkSKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ACLByZpEPL8/s320/567%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Me equivoqué otra vez,</em></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>caminé sobre nubes de algodón de azúcar</em></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y tanto anhelo deshizo la ilusión.</em></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Caí de súbito a la tierra realidad</em></span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>¿Cuántos pasos tendré que avanzar?</em></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>¿Cuántos caminos empedrados podrán soportar mis pies delcalzos?</em></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Mis letras, ahora son puñales traidores </em></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que traspasan mi espalda</em></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y no me quiero derrumbar...</em></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Maldita sea!</em></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>duele mil veces más recaída</em></span></div><div align="right"><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-5662655366297041848?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-68011374147887560022009-05-31T22:17:00.006-04:302009-08-03T23:38:39.801-04:30<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZmswoLBAI8&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZmswoLBAI8&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Simplemente soy juguete</span></em> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con formas talladas de mujer...</em></span><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-6801137414788756002?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-54062299053304452552009-05-27T14:23:00.016-04:302009-08-03T23:40:23.822-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sh2QmKAwgpI/AAAAAAAAATc/A3ffM9uxYV8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340583718328238738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sh2QmKAwgpI/AAAAAAAAATc/A3ffM9uxYV8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Existes entre la bruma nocturna,</em></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en la silueta que toca y toma cálidamente</em></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mi estrecha concavidad</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>En el límite erguido de la horizontalidad</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que se adueña de los polos norte y sur</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>estremeciendo mi infinito deseo</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Existes en el promiscuo olor a ti,</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">anhelo sabor-saberme de tu fragor,</span></em><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en la urgencia de tenerte</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>En el cansancio luego de esperarte</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y en el sopor de tus ojos mirándome</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>i n a c a b a d a</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Existes en cada letra y suspiro que te nombran</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y en el interior humedecido que te sueña...</em></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-5406229905330445255?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-2777586514062964322009-05-26T16:40:00.013-04:302009-08-03T23:41:10.536-04:30<p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/ShyYpgHZ0DI/AAAAAAAAATU/qX9yLeJlPYI/s1600-h/aac.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340311096917610546" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/ShyYpgHZ0DI/AAAAAAAAATU/qX9yLeJlPYI/s320/aac.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Es cierto, soy tierra descubierta</em></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>aún con espacios inexplorados</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y paisajes vírgenes</em></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>i n a l t e r a d o s </em></span></strong><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Te reto a ser el primero</em></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en conquistarme y poblarme toda...</em></span></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-277758651406296432?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-86084355191080029042009-05-14T21:21:00.011-04:302009-08-03T23:43:45.502-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SgzLksS4TCI/AAAAAAAAASc/aaB27pdNdoM/s1600-h/20070818211441-98881-625892280-79587-528022407-00pasion-h040900-l-1-h135705-l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335863489753271330" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SgzLksS4TCI/AAAAAAAAASc/aaB27pdNdoM/s320/20070818211441-98881-625892280-79587-528022407-00pasion-h040900-l-1-h135705-l.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Somos verano,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>me reservo como noche calurosa</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con las caricias cómplices de los dedos surcando tu espalda,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>navegando en el sudor que evapora la piel como asfalto al medio día</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>golpeando cada palabra que calla los silencios</em></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Me quemo entre las brasas de tus brazos</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mientras hurgas erguido el límite posible y desmedido </em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de la intersección de mis caderas,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>me asomo y te contemplo inmenso e indefenso </em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>atrapado entre mis piernas.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Buscándome por dentro</strong>.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Reinvento el tiempo y existo... existimos,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>eternos, sin previos; </em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>justamente, </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>envueltos en la luz de la luna que nos arde</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cesando en el segundo que exhalas una tregua</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-ondeando bandera blanca-</em></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Mi cuerpo elige tu imagen y tú te derramas</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>luego exhausta espero hasta la próxima estación...</em></span><br /><br /><br /><p align="right"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-8608435519108002904?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-41911286784250157812009-05-10T18:29:00.006-04:302009-08-03T23:45:00.342-04:30<div align="left"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SgddqNcsjGI/AAAAAAAAASU/vhLL3Hx0rdE/s1600-h/6659412-lg%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334335263389551714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SgddqNcsjGI/AAAAAAAAASU/vhLL3Hx0rdE/s320/6659412-lg%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>En esta madrugada que sorprende,</em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mío es el beso, que como madera arde inacabable en mi hoguera cuello</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y el vuelo del colibrí que se alimenta de ganas</em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>tuyo, el trasluz ensueño tatuado en el mar verde de la luna llena</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y el néctar transparente de mi flor de cayena</em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Insaciable pensamiento que fertiliza </strong></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>la morada de mi libertad</strong></em></span></div><br /><p align="right"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-4191128678425015781?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-28319234666326378362009-05-07T23:44:00.003-04:302009-08-04T09:05:36.787-04:30<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YowZQlPAT7k&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YowZQlPAT7k&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-2831923466632637836?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-79527604300398452562009-05-06T22:46:00.005-04:302009-08-04T09:53:45.047-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SgJUBxeYkEI/AAAAAAAAASM/YCs8dH1WynQ/s1600-h/A_mujer_desnuda_notas_musicales.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332917298197467202" style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SgJUBxeYkEI/AAAAAAAAASM/YCs8dH1WynQ/s320/A_mujer_desnuda_notas_musicales.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Me reclama la noche ingrávida los deseos</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y los sueños se truncan con el largo desvelo</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Madrugada fría,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>asonante insomnio,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>se desgrana el alma de melancolía</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Cuándo cantarán para mí los besos largos </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que recorran la partitura estrecha de la alborada vientre? </em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Cuándo será la furia del alma</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>talandrando el abísmo contenido de mi cansancio ganas?</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Estéril es la ausencia e impune el silencio,</em></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>tan evidente y exacta la sinfonía inconclusa</em></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de mi inarmónica soledad...</em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-7952760430039845256?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-72325291739387651692009-05-05T22:42:00.005-04:302009-08-04T09:54:32.138-04:30<p align="left"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SgEAgZkJ5II/AAAAAAAAASE/RlOsGUFbRqk/s1600-h/pielmojada.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332543990401721474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SgEAgZkJ5II/AAAAAAAAASE/RlOsGUFbRqk/s320/pielmojada.bmp" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Rocío de lluvia sabor a deseo</em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-palabra- </em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que promiscua besa y acaricia</em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>los sueños de muchos</em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Embriaga la ilusión que pierdo en la lejanía</em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y me arrodillo ante la derrota </em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>del hálito de todas tus lunas...</em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Mientras mis ojos buscan alcanzar el cielo,</em></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>me besan los silencios</em></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>-aún mojada-</strong></em></span></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-7232529173938765169?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-69620284059076563752009-05-03T11:29:00.004-04:302009-08-04T09:55:10.647-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sf2_1yXE9QI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2nOMa6NWARg/s1600-h/0aurc8U29rXr.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331628464649073922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sf2_1yXE9QI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2nOMa6NWARg/s320/0aurc8U29rXr.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Siento se me va la vida,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>pero sólo es un sentir.</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>La vida no puede irse en un suspiro,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-<strong>así de fácil</strong>-</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>No siempre el amor lo justifica todo...</em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-6962028405907656375?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-462003984863255382009-05-01T22:29:00.007-04:302009-08-04T09:56:59.202-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sfu8ZyFD3OI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3kOlJERQcGM/s1600-h/grito.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331061735048862946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sfu8ZyFD3OI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3kOlJERQcGM/s320/grito.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Me cansé de ser la estúpida y llena de ingenuidad</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que todo el mundo pisa y se burla</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-de entregarlo todo a cambio de nada-</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>De vivir perdonando -NO SOY DIOS-</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y respirar a expensas de las mentiras que llaman ilusión</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Me cansé de mi misma, de la existencia, de ser yo.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>De la maldad albergada en los corazones</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y de las aves de rapiña que se disfrazan de palomas</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Me cansé de fingir que no pasó nada</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando la violencia dejó en mí, su fruto de vida</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Me cansé de luchar contra la corriente</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>creyéndome fuerte y valiente</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando la vulnerabilidad y el miedo</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>son la imagen mediocre de mi debilidad...</em></span></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-46200398486325538?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-47709696998727176232009-04-28T22:22:00.006-04:302009-08-10T13:00:44.558-04:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SffBrd7XkTI/AAAAAAAAARs/AfH50-HMYuY/s1600-h/la-isla-de-la-soledad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329941636528443698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SffBrd7XkTI/AAAAAAAAARs/AfH50-HMYuY/s320/la-isla-de-la-soledad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Es esta sensación extraña de estar llena de un enorme vacío</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Es esta soledad que se va de día</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y regresa de noche vestida de luto.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Es ver caer uno a uno los pétalos de las margaritas</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">y quemarse los dedos con las lágrimas de una vela encendida</span></em></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Avistar el retorno, por la vereda estrecha, </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de un recuerdo</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que aunque es lento y su paso corto </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>se asemeja a un olvido...</em></span></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-4770969699872717623?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-28333671438863013032009-04-25T22:10:00.010-04:302009-08-10T13:01:44.528-04:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SfPUgpLWg8I/AAAAAAAAARk/uze0tfUAHN4/s1600-h/notengoremedio.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328836441383797698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SfPUgpLWg8I/AAAAAAAAARk/uze0tfUAHN4/s320/notengoremedio.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Otra vez tu silencio vuelve a lastimar la herida</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que supura como llaga.</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Ya sé, </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>ahora tu vida no coincide con la mía</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y tu piano toca otra melodía</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>No es la primera vez que empeño lo que tengo</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y cultivo en tierra infértil</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-es la bendita manía</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de nunca cosechar lo que siembro-</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Por favor, te pido: <strong>No vuelvas</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>prefiero esta soledad</em></span></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">a recibir boronitas de cariño </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">que como mendiga he pedido.</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Sigue lejos, con tu ausencia</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">llena de pudredumbre</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">las vísceras de la perra que hoy te acompaña</span></em></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Rompo estas cadenas </span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">que tanto me hacen daño, </span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">ya bastante he llorado. </span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Un día alguien me dijo: "la vida es muy corta pero también muy ancha a</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">si que es tiempo que empieces a mirar hacia los lados"</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Y</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> tengo el poder de decidir: NO regreses que merezco un amor completo que me llene de alegría </span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">y no migajas que me hagan llorar noche y día...</span></em></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-2833367143886301303?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-14707291089664469792009-04-23T23:11:00.004-04:302009-08-10T13:02:27.306-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SfE1eBHZlwI/AAAAAAAAARc/RXfbADFGsfw/s1600-h/459bf83cd87add66bae17e83fae5b372_web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328098623967827714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SfE1eBHZlwI/AAAAAAAAARc/RXfbADFGsfw/s320/459bf83cd87add66bae17e83fae5b372_web.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Amor,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>entre tu boca</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>van nevando mis pechos</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>como alpes helados</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Tus manos calientes</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>recorren mi cuerpo glaciar</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y no me derrito</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Copos de nieves</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>me erizan toda</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y se estancan en mis tobillos<br /></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Amor,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>estoy temblando y no es de frío...</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-1470729108966446979?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-59320878308871321262009-04-19T15:14:00.007-04:302009-08-10T13:03:18.525-04:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SeuLolFOO4I/AAAAAAAAARE/VLMsw4mpP-8/s1600-h/collage7uo1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326504513560787842" style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SeuLolFOO4I/AAAAAAAAARE/VLMsw4mpP-8/s320/collage7uo1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Me encuentro sin tregua </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en el fragor de mi deseo.</em></span></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>El olor a ti </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-a noche-</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>engrandece el aire que respiro</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Desnudo esta ansiedad de amarte</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y te reclamo en silencio</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Hoy mi desnudez buscará tu calor</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y resbalará por tus caderas</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>donde todo es posible e interminable</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Se me va la vida tras los versos </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de esperarte...</em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-5932087830887132126?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-21433584841789953172009-04-18T23:40:00.004-04:302009-08-10T13:04:14.546-04:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SeqkhvVjkwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SEliDnA1EuQ/s1600-h/a9a76d231a80e52efeed7491034c9a57_web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326250408868549378" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SeqkhvVjkwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SEliDnA1EuQ/s320/a9a76d231a80e52efeed7491034c9a57_web.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>El amor es libre como el viento,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>solo que,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando encuentra la libertad lejos de ti,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>duele...</em></span><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-2143358484178995317?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-68534069621500916732009-04-12T11:03:00.006-04:302009-08-10T13:05:02.924-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SeIKADjZYhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Qzu9AYr2PWk/s1600-h/5159.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323828705575395858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SeIKADjZYhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Qzu9AYr2PWk/s320/5159.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Medias palabras</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>no dicen nada</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>ni miras a los ojos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>ni das la cara</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-Careta-</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>tontas excusas</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que tratan de disfrazar</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>lo obvio</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>me dejas pensando </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y llorando en la corniza</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de mi ventana</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>no sé</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>el eco se repite </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>una y otra vez</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-6853406962150091673?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-56063626042490431752009-04-11T14:32:00.006-04:302009-08-10T13:05:38.349-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SeDrzohQKgI/AAAAAAAAANY/k19dbjpZmRE/s1600-h/When_love_is_lost_by_obselete_angel%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323514031834671618" style="WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SeDrzohQKgI/AAAAAAAAANY/k19dbjpZmRE/s320/When_love_is_lost_by_obselete_angel%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Se ha hecho tarde en este corazón</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de metal encendido</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Ya tu imagen </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>se me vuelve diminuta</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en la orilla de mis sueños</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Ni tu nombre, ni el amanecer me sorprenden</em></span></p><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>te convertiste en sombra</em></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>.................te convertiste en olvido</em></span></p><p align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Tan sólo quedan hilachas</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de uno que otro recuerdo rebelde</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>tatuadas en este cuerpo mío</em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-5606362604249043175?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-42509631133898552162009-04-10T16:48:00.007-04:302009-08-10T13:06:11.095-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sd-5VDDTAMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BtpQCtA-Jk4/s1600-h/pienso.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323177055822741698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sd-5VDDTAMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BtpQCtA-Jk4/s320/pienso.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>A veces,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>te busco en los rayos de sol,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que se cuelan por mi ventana,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>me asomo a contemplarte y </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>me encandila tu imagen, hasta cegarme</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Luego mi mirada se pierde en el horizonte,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-al caer la tarde-</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y te extravias entre los remolinos del olvido</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Entonces al llegar la noche,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>entre-abro la puerta para que llegues </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con los rayos de la luna...</em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-4250963113389855216?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-42427034480221467562009-04-09T13:46:00.008-04:302009-08-10T13:07:08.778-04:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sd47jc7g4lI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mns1V5cm-sQ/s1600-h/DESNUDO%25205%2520_redimensionar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322757289845776978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sd47jc7g4lI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mns1V5cm-sQ/s320/DESNUDO%25205%2520_redimensionar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Pintor de trazos en acuarela dibújame </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en la humedad de la piel, tu nombre</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Pincel errático de suave espesura</em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>con derrumbado aliento hazme tuya.</em></span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Coloréame, </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>animal erguido doliente y transitivo.</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Eres en mi lienzo, la médula que presagia,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>pequeño orificio de dicha que, como estruendo de lluvia</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y apogeo de luna llena pincela sonidos al sur.</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Hacedor de dulces cansancios</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>recibe los temblores de mi piel estrecha y concreta</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que ante tí soy asombro de cuadro de Picasso,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>trémulo adoquín donde goteas colores de otoño...</em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-4242703448022146756?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-77533747786834205722009-04-07T22:15:00.008-04:302009-08-10T13:07:41.339-04:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SdwQNJVTy3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/iyZtJNan_D4/s1600-h/velamx0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322146677674724210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SdwQNJVTy3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/iyZtJNan_D4/s320/velamx0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Hoy, haré como si estuvieras aquí</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>llenaré de frases este vacio</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y acariciaré con palabras tu imagen ausente</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Tomaré el auricular del teléfono</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y escucharé el sonido de tu voz</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mientras el operador me dice el saldo disponible</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Reiré a carcajadas tus ocurrencias</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-que ya no ocurren-</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y olvidaré la urgencia de llorar tu despedida </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-jamás pronunciada-</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Hoy,</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>me vestiré de locura e insensatez,</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>besaré la imagen que aún conservo,</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>encenderé velas que iluminen mi luna llena</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y daré vida a este cuerpo de mujer</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que baila "te quieros"</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con la melodía de tu recuerdo...</em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-7753374778683420572?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-36281218902693429622009-04-05T22:35:00.006-04:302009-08-10T13:09:21.065-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sdl23Yi79SI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1cGpDRqTbmk/s1600-h/y1pxugTibQczqyUbYv1S4-vv5K5bCkkYrCmn0bis7B9DV1XSzIumiEubEh8K78y13809T_urE2KeZE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321415128568821026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sdl23Yi79SI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1cGpDRqTbmk/s320/y1pxugTibQczqyUbYv1S4-vv5K5bCkkYrCmn0bis7B9DV1XSzIumiEubEh8K78y13809T_urE2KeZE.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Es este deseo inquietante de tener y no soltarte</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de aferrarme a tu cintura y no dejar escaparte</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>es la ansiedad de buscar y extraviarme en tu mirada</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y que duermas junto a mí apretadito en la cama</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Navegar en tu cintura como barco a la deriva </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y abrazarte tiernamente para todita la vida</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que tu sexo sea el mástil donde grite libertad</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y que hagamos el amor por toda la eternidad...</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-3628121890269342962?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-35277479630140379012009-04-04T11:01:00.009-04:302009-08-10T13:10:06.534-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sdd-DCy-khI/AAAAAAAAAL4/thY3y0dJqLY/s1600-h/luna.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320860075516924434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/Sdd-DCy-khI/AAAAAAAAAL4/thY3y0dJqLY/s320/luna.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Tu presencia siempre fue reflejo,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>espejo débil, vitral carente,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>ausencia contínua y permanente</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Fuiste creado de la imagen y semejanza</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de mis argumentos y sueños improvisados,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>acumulaste mis ganas insatisfechas</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y desafiaste mis barreras prejuiciales</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Ahora,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con esta soledad irremediable</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que pinta mis días grises</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y calla cuando el silencio grita,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>me quedo con el retrato de tu sexo erguido en mi memoria</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y tus letras parafraseando versos "atrapa-moscas"</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Nunca veré el brillo de tus ojos</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>ni dormiré recostada a tu pecho, lo sé</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y juro no volver a esperarte</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Quedaré sumergida/inerte</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>dentro de mis fantasias</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>porque la realidad palpable</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>dan ganas de vomitar...</em></span></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-3527747963014037901?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-81424513518728404152009-03-29T19:52:00.007-04:302009-08-10T13:10:47.773-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SdAVGIvyAAI/AAAAAAAAALw/dWhwuUbhwZU/s1600-h/abrazame-luna.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318774355095846914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SdAVGIvyAAI/AAAAAAAAALw/dWhwuUbhwZU/s320/abrazame-luna.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SdARe9S6QJI/AAAAAAAAALo/easMgUza3EE/s1600-h/1177597160104912ui6.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Cuando pienso en tí </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>me cantan las letras </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y su melodía apasionada </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>sonríe en mis oídos</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Me apoyo en el deseo </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que dejó tu lengua </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>al rozar mis versos fraccionados</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y desvestida, me amarro a tu cintura</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Soy loca... no hay duda,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la razón y la lucidez no existen </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mientras el segundo permanezca detenido</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en el reloj de pared con tu nombre</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Amarte a tí no es fácil, pero es perfecto</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>eres la imagen del hombre que jamás soñé</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>El sol se apaga y un grito desesperado </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>se hunde en mi garganta vacía, sin embargo</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y con esta soledad a cuestas</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la luna improvisa sonrisas y se complace</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>al escuchar los latidos clandestinos de mi corazón,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>se desatan los suspiros </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y me sostengo en tu mirada lánguida y cansada </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de tu silueta en mi memoria.</em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-8142451351872840415?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-53726269337676623702009-03-18T23:12:00.009-04:302009-08-10T13:11:06.966-04:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/ScRTOBUXkFI/AAAAAAAAALg/4wM7ZTy0p_w/s1600-h/1614714_be774e8689_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315464960541167698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/ScRTOBUXkFI/AAAAAAAAALg/4wM7ZTy0p_w/s320/1614714_be774e8689_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/ScRPoSm5gDI/AAAAAAAAALY/fnKvZWWI3xA/s1600-h/collage7uo1.jpg"></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Son estas ganas </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que humedecen las plegarias</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y crucifican mi cuerpo sobre el colchón </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Es tú imagen varonil reflejada en el espejo</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mientras resbalan por mi espalda los besos</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>como gotitas de sudor</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Es siempre guardarme intacta y esperarte</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">hasta encontrar el final del arco iris </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">mientras cabalgo sobre tu cintura,</span></em></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>desfallecer entre la musculatura de tus brazos</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y aún mojada, desearte inagotablemente...</em></span></div><div></div></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-5372626933767662370?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-69766340558490423012009-03-12T21:54:00.006-04:302009-08-10T13:11:30.478-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SbnGh-5Q2UI/AAAAAAAAALI/0Tfyya0-kLQ/s1600-h/c6ac755bwh3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312495522581371202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SbnGh-5Q2UI/AAAAAAAAALI/0Tfyya0-kLQ/s320/c6ac755bwh3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Aquí me encuentro, servida en tu mesa</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>exacta, desnuda, plena y con las ganas al descubierto</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Ven,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>extiende tu mano y déjame alucinar</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que estoy en el mejor momento,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>lléname de caricias y arrebata mis sonrisas</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Compromete, en esta noche,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mi luna llena, blanca y perfecta</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y deletrea susurros suaves y convexos</em></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-erízame la piel-</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>La pasión siempre busca atajos</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>donde los suspiros rompen los silencios y</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cantan suaves melodias desde tus ojos hasta</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la humedad de mi nomenclatura</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Viérteme de ti que mi cuerpo anda desprovisto de melancolía</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y quiere convocar en este instante toda la alegría...</em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-6976634055849042301?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-9044809418023820152009-03-09T19:36:00.006-04:302009-08-10T13:11:57.674-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SbWwL6txiwI/AAAAAAAAALA/1lWdvlYfRzs/s1600-h/20070420121301-mujer-20desnuda-20negro1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311345054339664642" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SbWwL6txiwI/AAAAAAAAALA/1lWdvlYfRzs/s320/20070420121301-mujer-20desnuda-20negro1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SbWvYN6gx2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/xaxXpMJtUNE/s1600-h/A8YM6HTCAEK9O2QCA8EGQKWCARIVP1TCA32SL55CAP3LR0JCAT5SQ6QCAWZ5YVLCAL9HQX3CAUXFW4TCATFPFRLCA4D3WEQCA4KWZCBCAV931LXCA9NUKUSCAVVQJWACAD2H6RECABCNZHR.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Soy</em></span></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SbWvYN6gx2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/xaxXpMJtUNE/s1600-h/A8YM6HTCAEK9O2QCA8EGQKWCARIVP1TCA32SL55CAP3LR0JCAT5SQ6QCAWZ5YVLCAL9HQX3CAUXFW4TCATFPFRLCA4D3WEQCA4KWZCBCAV931LXCA9NUKUSCAVVQJWACAD2H6RECABCNZHR.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SbWvYN6gx2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/xaxXpMJtUNE/s1600-h/A8YM6HTCAEK9O2QCA8EGQKWCARIVP1TCA32SL55CAP3LR0JCAT5SQ6QCAWZ5YVLCAL9HQX3CAUXFW4TCATFPFRLCA4D3WEQCA4KWZCBCAV931LXCA9NUKUSCAVVQJWACAD2H6RECABCNZHR.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>página desnuda</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>escrita con halos de poesía </em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Explora mi anverso y reverso</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con tus pupilas encendidas</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Lee cada rincón,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>deletrea estrofas y tiernas melodías</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>hasta caer en la concavidad </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de mi morada</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Estoy aquí</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-soy tuya-</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>haz de mí tu conocimiento...<br /><br /></em></span></div><br /><div></div></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-904480941802382015?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-40037213154600952002009-03-07T22:34:00.007-04:302009-08-10T13:12:42.088-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SbM1-uy0nnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/idnJ3BU55iI/s1600-h/97%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310647737429302898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SbM1-uy0nnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/idnJ3BU55iI/s320/97%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><p></p><br /><p><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Te entrego </span></em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>toda mi geografía para que</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>recorras con tus manos colonizadoras mi continente</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>desde el extremo sur</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>hasta la cordillera norte</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Escala mis montañas, </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>detente en la cima </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y has que tu silencio grite</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando toques el cielo</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con la puntita de tus dedos..</em></span>.</p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-4003721315460095200?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-63987052729574863042009-03-05T22:59:00.008-04:302009-08-10T13:13:08.316-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SbCZEWidnOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/iOGKKHX4Gn4/s1600-h/darina_11%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309912260718468322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SbCZEWidnOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/iOGKKHX4Gn4/s320/darina_11%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Quiero que puebles de besos</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>el límite fronterizo de mi cuerpo,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>respirando lentamente</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en los surcos más estrechos y concretos</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Que tus dedos recorran mis valles</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y mi vientre sea el paisaje</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Que tiembles de sólo pensarme</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de cuclillas frente a tí</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>humedeciendo mis ganas</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y te viertas todo en mí.</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-6398705272957486304?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-44361250636175617702009-03-01T22:45:00.012-04:302009-08-10T13:13:55.530-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SaydzhzWyyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hDiq3pdP5KQ/s1600-h/cheirodepele2711wbru8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308791569335634722" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SaydzhzWyyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hDiq3pdP5KQ/s320/cheirodepele2711wbru8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SaycaSGweQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ehjn3Fn-xk/s1600-h/abismo%5B1%5D.JPG"></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Cada vez que te acercas</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y me miras con el sonido de tu voz,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mi piel se estremece y hace eco de palabras no expresadas</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Susurras de cerquita un te quiero </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y la imaginación baila al ritmo </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de los latidos del corazón</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Desabotonas mis deseos</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con caricias que trepan como enredaderas</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en el límite abierto de mis caderas,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cayendo mi falda</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y desnudando mis ganas</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Si supieras</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que no hay límites a la hora de amarte</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y que soy pradera extensa y plena</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en el fragor de tu pasión,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>irradias la luz</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que arde en mi noche llena y blanca</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y mi cuerpo te reclama</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en el umbral clandestino y secreto</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de mis suspiros más largos</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Quisiera amarrarme</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en tu continente más bajo</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y morir adherida a ti...</em></span></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Estas letras están dedicadas al dueño de mi amor, mis sueños, mis deseos y mi corazón. No se en que lugar se encuentre o si estará esperando por mi, pero no perderé la esperanza de que escuche lo que calla mi luna y descubra lo que tanto he guardado con recelo.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-4436125063617561770?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-76602764802160814602009-02-21T22:23:00.006-04:302009-08-10T13:14:45.731-04:30<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvjWep0d9no&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvjWep0d9no&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Ya no hay palabras</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>se agotaron al igual que los suspiros,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>aumentó el llanto </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>como</em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em> lluvia cae a cántaros.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>El frío de la noche cala en las entrañas,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>al parecer el destino gira en contra de la luna...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y no brillará jamás</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>perdió a sus dos luceros</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y al sol que la iluminaba</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la nada la cobija entre sus brazos</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y el silencio arrulla su soledad</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /></p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-7660276480216081460?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-4682651198111464262009-02-17T22:06:00.006-04:302009-08-10T13:16:10.074-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SZt_PDeh-cI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/EiPuiKTAZGs/s1600-h/silencio+al+desnudo.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303972882767018434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SZt_PDeh-cI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/EiPuiKTAZGs/s320/silencio+al+desnudo.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Insisto,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>prefiero el silencio.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>A veces, </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-diria a menudo-</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>las palabras sobran</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y entorpecen el momento.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Es hermoso el sonido de la nada</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>acompañado de las respiraciones agitadas</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y uno que otro suspiro.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Abrázame,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mientras la luna</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>intenta arrullarnos...</em></span></div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-468265119811146426?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-9788265463999932912009-02-14T21:28:00.006-04:302009-08-10T13:16:40.610-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SZd4EC_bKKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TczUA5pe7_k/s1600-h/para%2520marce-2%2520mujer%2520cascada.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302839097169750178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SZd4EC_bKKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TczUA5pe7_k/s320/para%2520marce-2%2520mujer%2520cascada.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Quisiera ser agua de río</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>para recorrer tus valles</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y descansar luego,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en tu orilla de lago más profundo.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Ser agüita de manantial,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que calme tu sed,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>para que bebas sorbo a sorbo</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mi frescura y presientas mi ternura.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Quisiera ser torrente de agua</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y alterar tus sentidos,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que te pierdas en el caudal de mis besos</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>para desbordarme como cascada</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en el ímpetu de tu sexo.</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div> </div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-978826546399993291?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-91482354284980282322009-02-11T20:42:00.003-04:302009-02-11T22:21:35.516-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SZN3yyzQUBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dDRE4hq6Hhc/s1600-h/honeydestefanbeutlerhg1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301712900859121682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SZN3yyzQUBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dDRE4hq6Hhc/s320/honeydestefanbeutlerhg1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Tu cuerpo es colmena</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>donde almacenas el dulce néctar.</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Ven,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>derrama en mí</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>toda tu miel...</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-9148235428498028232?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-40577808772310332522009-02-08T22:27:00.013-04:302009-02-08T23:10:42.076-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SY-dpLLeM-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_U-mQVuxn08/s1600-h/11363180.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300628617139467234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SY-dpLLeM-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_U-mQVuxn08/s320/11363180.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Camino a tientas </em><em>en el umbral de la noche</em><br /><br /></span></span><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">por tus costas,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">buscándo desparramar mis arenas</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">en las orillas de tu isla.</span></em></p><br /><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Sueño con dejar huellas</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">en tu piel extensa y ardida,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">mientras la luna -cómplice-</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">confabula con la marea</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">para no borrar el aliento y el fulgor</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">de mi querencia.</span></em></p><br /><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">A trasluz tu imagen febril,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">-en un segundo volátil-</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">se extenderá mágicamente </span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">y seremos uno enredados en pasiones.</span></em></p><br /><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Aquí estoy</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">ofreciéndote la blancura de mi alma</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">para dejarme llevar por tus manos </span></em></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">llenas de arrebatos </span></em><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">hasta perder la calma</span>...</em></span></p><br /><br /><p><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;">Este poema va dedicado a una persona, que sin intención alguna, inspiró estas letras al dejar en una de mis entradas su comentario.</span></p><p>Gracias mi caballero.</p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-4057780877231033252?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-51393379452156654312009-02-07T21:56:00.004-04:302009-02-07T22:20:37.283-04:30<p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/043grG_RrYM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/043grG_RrYM&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Casi podría decir</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">que me ha devorado la tristeza,</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">que ahora habito en una cueva</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">donde monstruos y fantasmas</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">del ayer, hoy y sin ti</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">me reservan un castigo.</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Cumpliré mi destino</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">-en ritos silenciosos-</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">(a ella le tocará mañana</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">contigo nada es seguro)</span></em></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y entre lágrimas</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>vuelvo de nuevo</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>a cerrar la puerta...</em></span></p><p><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></p><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-5139337945215665431?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-80161268342329680542009-02-05T12:44:00.011-04:302009-02-05T13:03:20.632-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SYshDyrr9WI/AAAAAAAAAIg/od9fzcUCGBs/s1600-h/mullher%20triste.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299365735559853410" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SYshDyrr9WI/AAAAAAAAAIg/od9fzcUCGBs/s320/mullher%2520triste.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Habito en lo fractal,<br />entre la basura que se mueve y respira;<br />resuenan como ecos<br />susurros que dicen y atormentan,<br />haciendo de mi existencia<br />una utopía sin sentido...<br /><br />La vida sin ti es un absurdo,<br />hasta la respiración es artificial.</em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Las golondrinas surcan el cielo</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">buscando un horizonte que cambió de dirección,</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">ahora su verticalidad </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">apunta hacia el sur de la soledad...</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-8016126834232968054?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-24805744794088420332009-02-04T23:23:00.002-04:302009-02-04T23:42:55.649-04:30<div>36 blogs amigos de tres plataformas nos hemos unido hoy para contar un cuento en no más de 70 palabras. Al final encontrarán los enlaces a los otros blogs participantes, para que por favor lean sus versiones originales y las comenten </div><div> </div><a href="http://www.lacoctelera.com/myfiles/miimundo/mariposa-1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://www.lacoctelera.com/myfiles/miimundo/mariposa-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Soy mariposa pequeña</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">que guardó su tesoro</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">en una crisálida de seda</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Tal vez, temor de oruga</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">ha ser descubierta</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">o el valor suficiente</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">para preservar lo que nadie</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">ha descubierto en ella.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Mariposa de hermosos colores</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">que revolotea hacia la luz</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">buscando un sueño,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">no importa cuanto demore</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">o si muero en el intento</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Todo el amor está retenido</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">en la fortaleza de mis alas...</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Jamás dejaré de volar.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div>Enlaces a los otros blogs participantes:<br /><br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://21gramosdealma.blogspot.com/">21 gramos de alma</a> (<a href="http://21gramosdealma.blogspot.com/">http://21gramosdealma.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://cheshire5.spaces.live.com/blog/">Aire</a> (<a href="http://cheshire5.spaces.live.com/blog/">http://cheshire5.spaces.live.com/blog/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://rosauraire.blogspot.com/">Aire de Alhena</a> (<a href="http://rosauraire.blogspot.com/">http://rosauraire.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com/">@ngelluz</a> (<a href="http://loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com/">http://loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://casadochorao.blogspot.com/">Ankh</a> (<a href="http://casadochorao.blogspot.com/">http://casadochorao.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://casadochorao.blogspot.com/"></a><br /><a href="http://ardilla-roja.blogspot.com/">Ardilla Roja</a> (<a href="http://ardilla-roja.blogspot.com/">http://ardilla-roja.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://ilfraile.spaces.live.com/Blog/">Arena</a> (<a href="http://ilfraile.spaces.live.com/Blog/">http://ilfraile.spaces.live.com/Blog/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://fantasiadebasileia.blogspot.com/">Basileia</a> (<a href="http://fantasiadebasileia.blogspot.com/">http://fantasiadebasileia.blogspot.com/</a>) ó<br />(<a href="http://rincondebasileia.blogspot.com/">http://rincondebasileia.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://parroquiadefarenas.blogspot.com/"></a><br /><a href="http://parroquiadefarenas.blogspot.com/">Cardenal Farenas</a> (<a href="http://parroquiadefarenas.blogspot.com/">http://parroquiadefarenas.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://sempinheiros.blogspot.com/">Fal-cão</a> (<a href="http://sempinheiros.blogspot.com/">http://sempinheiros.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://shidarta47.spaces.live.com/blog/">Gloria</a> (<a href="http://shidarta47.spaces.live.com/blog/">http://shidarta47.spaces.live.com/blog/</a>)<br /><a href="http://goibelurra.spaces.live.com/blog/">Goibelurra</a> (<a href="http://goibelurra.spaces.live.com/blog/">http://goibelurra.spaces.live.com/blog/</a>)<br /><a href="http://goibelurra.spaces.live.com/blog/"></a><br /><a href="http://almacatamarcana.blogspot.com/">Goyo</a> (<a href="http://almacatamarcana.blogspot.com/">http://almacatamarcana.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://irlanda1962.blogspot.com/"></a><a href="http://irlanda1962.blogspot.com/">Irlanda</a> (<a href="http://irlanda1962.blogspot.com/">http://irlanda1962.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://criticasdelsur.spaces.live.com/blog/">Leo</a> (<a href="http://criticasdelsur.spaces.live.com/blog/">http://criticasdelsur.spaces.live.com/blog/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://alhenaaveces.blogspot.com/">Lola</a> (<a href="http://alhenaaveces.blogspot.com/">http://alhenaaveces.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://lifgesell.blogspot.com/">Ly</a> (<a href="http://lifgesell.blogspot.com/">http://lifgesell.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SU0TulS61tI/AAAAAAAAAQA/IgUI855ew_c/s1600-h/ico+Wordpress.jpg"></a><a href="http://asitalmundobotija.wordpress.com/">Mariolo</a> (<a href="http://asitalmundobotija.wordpress.com/">http://asitalmundobotija.wordpress.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://lineametro.blogspot.com/">Metro</a> (<a href="http://lineametro.blogspot.com/">http://lineametro.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lineametro.blogspot.com/"></a><br /><a href="http://xqsabes.spaces.live.com/blog/">Mimí</a> (<a href="http://xqsabes.spaces.live.com/blog/">http://xqsabes.spaces.live.com/blog/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://deliriosdeunabruja.blogspot.com/">Mistik</a> (<a href="http://deliriosdeunabruja.blogspot.com/">http://deliriosdeunabruja.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://neogeminis.blogspot.com/">Neogeminis</a> (<a href="http://neogeminis.blogspot.com/">http://neogeminis.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lineametro.blogspot.com/"></a><br /><a href="http://cid-1a2bedbf724c2a55.spaces.live.com/blog/">Nieves</a> (<a href="http://cid-1a2bedbf724c2a55.spaces.live.com/blog/">http://cid-1a2bedbf724c2a55.spaces.live.com/blog/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://notjustamoustache.blogspot.com/">Not just a moustache</a> (<a href="http://notjustamoustache.blogspot.com/">http://notjustamoustache.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://poesiadepaco.blogspot.com/">Paco</a> (<a href="http://poesiadepaco.blogspot.com/">http://poesiadepaco.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://seyoalal.spaces.live.com/blog/">Pepe</a> (<a href="http://seyoalal.spaces.live.com/blog/">http://seyoalal.spaces.live.com/blog/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lineametro.blogspot.com/"></a><br /><a href="http://pepinubeazul.spaces.live.com/blog/">Pepi</a> (<a href="http://pepinubeazul.spaces.live.com/blog/">http://pepinubeazul.spaces.live.com/blog/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://lamiradadeungato.blogspot.com/">Perlita</a> (<a href="http://lamiradadeungato.blogspot.com/">http://lamiradadeungato.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://www.ingsagc.spaces.live.com/blog/">http://www.ingsagc.spaces.live.com/blog/</a> (<a href="http://www.ingsagc.spaces.live.com/blog/">http://www.ingsagc.spaces.live.com/blog/</a>)<br /><a href="http://cid-a54d5bdb81dc8f9e.spaces.live.com/blog/">San</a> (<a href="http://cid-a54d5bdb81dc8f9e.spaces.live.com/blog/">http://cid-a54d5bdb81dc8f9e.spaces.live.com/blog/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://mipequenioespacio.blogspot.com/">Sandra S</a> (<a href="http://mipequenioespacio.blogspot.com/">http://mipequenioespacio.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://shaoland.spaces.live.com/blog/">Shao</a> (<a href="http://shaoland.spaces.live.com/blog/">http://shaoland.spaces.live.com/blog/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://sherezade-mimundointerior.blogspot.com/">Sherezade</a> (<a href="http://sherezade-mimundointerior.blogspot.com/">http://sherezade-mimundointerior.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://uffffffffsisisisi9.spaces.live.com/blog/">Shi</a> (<a href="http://uffffffffsisisisi9.spaces.live.com/blog/">http://uffffffffsisisisi9.spaces.live.com/blog/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lavidaapesardetodo.blogspot.com/">Silvia</a> (<a href="http://lavidaapesardetodo.blogspot.com/">http://lavidaapesardetodo.blogspot.com/</a>)<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eyjo2RVyyEI/SXiIDo4DnxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Nbbu64NRQ7Q/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B3%5D.gif"></a><a href="http://nolopiensesdosveces.blogspot.com/">Sinuhe</a> (<a href="http://nolopiensesdosveces.blogspot.com/">http://nolopiensesdosveces.blogspot.com/</a>) </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-2480574479408842033?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-60973697789781109932009-02-02T22:52:00.004-04:302009-02-02T23:02:13.447-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SYe45ipFsVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pf6Yle1nitw/s1600-h/2_sad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298406785315877202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SYe45ipFsVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pf6Yle1nitw/s320/2_sad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Me duele, esta soledad </span></em><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">que no se desvanece</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">y el saber que la distancia no está medida</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">en kilómetros sino en olvidos.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Me duele, el vacío de una voz que ya no dice nada</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">y el reloj despertador sobre la mesita de noche</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">que multiplica los silencios de tu adiós</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">con cada tic-tac de su segundero.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">El tiempo pasa inexorable</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">tu olvido llegará como ráfaga de viento, lo sé</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">y todo estará mejor cuando el amor que hoy llora por tí</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">se convierta en recuerdos...</span></em> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-6097369778978110993?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-70235518207054113772009-02-01T20:50:00.004-04:302009-02-01T21:04:14.894-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SYZK2iHOKVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Ypdt5bypor8/s1600-h/desatada%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298004312378452306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SYZK2iHOKVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Ypdt5bypor8/s320/desatada%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Qué importa la prisa</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">si mis manos vuelan como mariposas inquietas</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">imaginando las praderas de tu cuerpo</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Si de mis labios nace la urgencia</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">por humedecer con néctar apasionado</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">cada pliegue de tu extensa piel</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">y mojarte por entero</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Qué, de las madrugadas en vela</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">y la luna tan llena y blanca,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">la respiración agitada, el sudor</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">y el susurro de mi voz</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">pronunciando tu nombre</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Qué importa,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"> si en mis largas noches </span></em><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">abrazo a la almohada</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">y tu olor no se asoma por la rendija de mi ventana</span></em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-7023551820705411377?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-64662834979760476762009-01-31T23:35:00.005-04:302009-01-31T23:39:58.088-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SYUfuZCDN7I/AAAAAAAAAII/J2VAIBUIT5A/s1600-h/themorningsunbyseafairy8um.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297675418525185970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SYUfuZCDN7I/AAAAAAAAAII/J2VAIBUIT5A/s320/themorningsunbyseafairy8um.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Simplemente es la soledad</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">que me mata de frío</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">y la cobija no me alcanza...</span></em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-6466283497976047676?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-41466469076965879622009-01-30T23:46:00.005-04:302009-06-16T23:35:32.901-04:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SYPQwiwaSuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TXHbLiTo58c/s1600-h/reservadoparatiqa8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297307119099988706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SYPQwiwaSuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TXHbLiTo58c/s320/reservadoparatiqa8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>A veces, siento que te tengo</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y no...</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Paso la noche en vela y ella</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>me vigila con sus ojos abiertos.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Te busco y espero encontrarte</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>(aunque no te encuentre nunca)</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Sé que existes</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>aunque la noche pase y te extravíes</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con el alba</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Y percibo tu imagen</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y te siento</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>aunque no te tenga,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>no te mire</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y no...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-4146646907696587962?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-41403495790635137322009-01-28T22:13:00.007-04:302009-01-28T22:48:50.149-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SYEYQkclVcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BvSTmzRpX4A/s1600-h/1194446242_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296541309704951234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SYEYQkclVcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BvSTmzRpX4A/s320/1194446242_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Yo, solo quería que acamparas bajo mi luz</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>para iluminar tus noches de desvelo</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y cuidarte como niño pequeño</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>refugiándote entre mis brazos.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Sólo quería entrelazar la esperanza</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con el sueño de tenerte</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>para hacer una fiesta con globos</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cada vez que pronunciara tu nombre.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Pero el querer nunca se me ha dado,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>es esa espinita clavada en mi pié derecho</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que duele cuando trato de avanzar.</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-4140349579063513732?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-89433075714697814332009-01-27T00:00:00.003-04:302009-01-27T00:07:46.414-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SX6OK3zKcKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hwVnyUZjhMs/s1600-h/abrazodeluna.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295826529262661794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SX6OK3zKcKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hwVnyUZjhMs/s320/abrazodeluna.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Sin miedo y con la </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>terquedad que caracteriza a mi corazón, </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mi alma se eleva taciturna hacia la nada oscura</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y gira en torno a las caricias de unas manos </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que nunca tocaron mi piel<br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>vestida de añoranza me entrego</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em> y la luna me abraza cálidamente.<br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Su luz es la imagen perfecta de ti...</em></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-8943307571469781433?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-48298678199215510932009-01-24T18:29:00.005-04:302009-01-24T19:15:41.017-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SXuhFAOzMNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pJQ5C0eLk-g/s1600-h/wakeupinthemoring0dx.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295002894237642962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SXuhFAOzMNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pJQ5C0eLk-g/s320/wakeupinthemoring0dx.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">No entiendo...</span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Cómo la felicidad es momentánea?</span></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Cómo puede suceder en tan sólo unos minutos?</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Paradójicamente las esquirlas de dolor</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que deja la ausencia o un adiós no dicho</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>suelen permanecer por mucho, mucho tiempo</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>(diría casi eterno)</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Será acaso que el reloj se detiene</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>a la hora precisa</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>justamente para martirizarnos?</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Estoy aquí colgada a un extremo del cielo</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">tratando de enderezar una esquina<br /></div></span></em></span><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-4829867819921551093?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-9000387733972725522009-01-23T22:46:00.008-04:302009-01-23T23:04:36.464-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SXqIfj1EHhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KrY5P0dp2JM/s1600-h/pasion.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294694387702570514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SXqIfj1EHhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KrY5P0dp2JM/s320/pasion.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Esta noche n</em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>o anuncies tu llegada.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Deja presentirte...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que tan sólo tu aroma impregne el ambiente</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y llene mis sentidos.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Déjame adivinar tu amor, </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>escuchar en el silencio tu risa o tu llanto,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>enmarcarme en tus ojos como bola de fuego.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Deja ver tu inminencia </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en el reflejo de mi espejo</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y prolonga mi deseo.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Haz que tenga ganas de ti antes de tenerte...</em></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-900038773397272552?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-12774220653471970502009-01-22T22:25:00.005-04:302009-01-22T23:06:14.505-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SXkyE9EZPuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jYSjtmEYO80/s1600-h/1177597160104912ui6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294317897644588770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SXkyE9EZPuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jYSjtmEYO80/s320/1177597160104912ui6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Tus besos</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>saben mis labios</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en los arroyos tibios </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de mi cuerpo</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>navegas libremente</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y espero siempre</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la caricia exacta</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que consuma</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la miel anclada </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de mi néctar.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Rendida,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>dejo que</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>tus manos busquen</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>el límite clausurado</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de la llama ardiente</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que se esconde</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en la atmósfera sin gravedad</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de mi luna...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-1277422065347197050?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-82910871410840215652009-01-20T20:46:00.010-04:302009-01-20T23:19:58.140-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SXaC7j9pTgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QMHRcSa91Xg/s1600-h/body_and_soul_by_saiaii_thumb%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293562371798289922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SXaC7j9pTgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QMHRcSa91Xg/s320/body_and_soul_by_saiaii_thumb%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Es inevitable no pensarte, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>los días son tan largos y las noches, ni se diga.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>El reloj se detuvo</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>desde que el tiempo se suicidó</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando supo que te irías.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Dejaste en el espacio</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la mancha imborrable</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y el eco interminable de tus letras</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>diciendo adiós</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>(me hubiese gustado escucharlas)</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Si supieras que no dueles</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando por ratos te olvido,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>pero mi obstinada memoria </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>no concibe argumentos ni razones si no te recuerda</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mi mente recrea las escenas de mis manos, cual pinceles,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>dibujando caricias sobre el lienzo en blanco de tu cuerpo</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>(frustradas e inútiles quedarán porque no lograrán, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>trazar nuevamente</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la linea recta que apuntaba siempre al sur)</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Hasta ahora caigo en cuenta que,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>tu imagen es tan vital en el ciclo de mi existencia</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>como el oxígeno en el aire para la vida.</em></span></div><div align="left"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-8291087141084021565?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-12280932883319866572009-01-17T19:10:00.006-04:302009-01-17T20:02:34.610-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SXJ3WhNwPdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gDMpHyVP02I/s1600-h/1189219594_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292423740870639058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SXJ3WhNwPdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gDMpHyVP02I/s320/1189219594_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>La luna se mengua y llora de tristeza</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la soledad como bruma, nubla la luz</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que le regaló quien una vez fue su sol</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y sus lágrimas caen como polvo de estrellas</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>ahogando los sueños, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>los besos al sur y los abrazos</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que quedaron pendientes</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Y pregunta la noche:</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>¿cuándo volverá la luna a llenarse de ilusión?</em></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-1228093288331986657?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-25856415816894259882009-01-15T23:43:00.005-04:302009-01-15T23:55:05.728-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SXAL73G_R2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xqe37CH-pyY/s1600-h/20070103021538-farnham.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291742685193783138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SXAL73G_R2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xqe37CH-pyY/s320/20070103021538-farnham.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SXAJo5m5Q8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/7PsT5WyRhUQ/s1600-h/1142714365_255402f9b8.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Soy un montón</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de hojas</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en blanco</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>quiero que tu pluma</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>dibuje con trazos</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cada pliegue de mi cuerpo</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y subrayes</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con finas líneas</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>todas tus locuras</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>escribe con tinta púrpura</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cada página</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>para hacer</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>menos virgen mi cuaderno</em></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-2585641581689425988?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-84556090017301729542009-01-14T18:37:00.004-04:302009-01-14T19:42:20.587-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SW5xypC0HZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/v-muO5JP63M/s1600-h/1182113686timepart6byhoml0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291291727031967122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SW5xypC0HZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/v-muO5JP63M/s320/1182113686timepart6byhoml0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Adivino lo que quieres sin necesitar palabras,</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>tu silencio se cierne con tu presencia y desbotonan mis deseos.</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Arrópame con tu cuerpo</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y siente lo que yo siento,</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>lléname toda amor</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>quiero embriagarme con tu sabor,</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>riégame con tu esencia</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>soy flor intacta y sedienta,</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>pinta en acuarelas esta noche de luna llena</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y crea mozaicos de desafíos en las ranuras de mi cuerpo</em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>shhhhhhhhh...</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>no digas, calla</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>no menciones el tiempo</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que inexorable transcurre</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y yo, </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>no puedo hacer nada</em></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-8455609001730172954?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-30458603635724478222009-01-12T23:07:00.003-04:302009-01-12T23:24:51.432-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SWwNOTkIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Qx6t___Bfb8/s1600-h/quierosentirmedentrodeti.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290618201674622914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SWwNOTkIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Qx6t___Bfb8/s320/quierosentirmedentrodeti.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Quiero quedarme con la ilusión de una imagen</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que supo a duraznos frescos</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y se quedó aquí en mi boca</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con tu orilla en mi humedad</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-hecha río-</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y la pasión de unas manos</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que ahora tocan otros cuerpos</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con la tersura de una voz</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que decía: "te quiero"</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y que ahora es silencio</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con el reflejo presentido de unos besos</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que a ratos trae el viento</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Quiero...</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Quiero quedarme con el resplandor de tu mirada</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>disfrazada de certeza</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>para cuando regreses</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>encuentres la puerta abierta</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-3045860363572447822?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-55134532779010167472009-01-09T16:04:00.008-04:302009-01-09T16:38:51.110-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SWe6mow43GI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XAnqepKaswI/s1600-h/x1pK0KrjtrnujxF8a3_MdGc_NWn6vLp8em_umHW33zhPsH7JTivmoapZMxc8SPcHCWHdTHY_OjUen7l2_OfnTjmPwhIyqF6eRMPIjuMXA9R1K-IBek3PH4v8x4rbwrt-KN5JJywreqRVMU.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289401460310203490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SWe6mow43GI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XAnqepKaswI/s320/x1pK0KrjtrnujxF8a3_MdGc_NWn6vLp8em_umHW33zhPsH7JTivmoapZMxc8SPcHCWHdTHY_OjUen7l2_OfnTjmPwhIyqF6eRMPIjuMXA9R1K-IBek3PH4v8x4rbwrt-KN5JJywreqRVMU.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Cuando no estás</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>el pensamiento vuela hacia ti</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-mi dueño errante-</em></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Subyuga la ausencia</em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Escucho los tropiezos tardíos de tu voz</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>susurrándome al oído:"te quiero"</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y la luna empapa con rayitos de luz</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la pasión encendida de tus ojos</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y tiemblo</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cualquier día de cualquier noche</em></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y el deseo provisorio</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>se convierte en tu imagen presentida</em></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y ardo</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y me rindo</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y me entrego...</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Ven, apresura el regreso</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y sigue el camino que te guia hacia mi</em></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-5513453277901016747?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-19074649753072872812009-01-08T21:37:00.005-04:302009-01-08T21:45:42.271-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SWayF3ankyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/g-G8rsBeyZg/s1600-h/20080323185610-manos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289110626237911842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SWayF3ankyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/g-G8rsBeyZg/s320/20080323185610-manos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Como madera</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-te desangras-</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y tu savia</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>se derrama como aceite</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>entre mis muslos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Te desmoronas</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>como</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>aserrín de nuez</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>sobre mis senos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Luego</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mi fuego</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>te quema</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>te vuelves</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cenizas</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>entre mis dedos</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-1907464975307287281?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-91291227902078798272009-01-07T11:11:00.013-04:302009-01-07T16:16:50.032-04:30<div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SWTP8NzQVdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wooiXi0TeX8/s1600-h/dontmissyouatallbydonpadz6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288580495843546578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SWTP8NzQVdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wooiXi0TeX8/s320/dontmissyouatallbydonpadz6.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">No es que te haya perdonado (o tal vez si), es inevitable no amarte. Nos pertenecemos.</span><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>No es el frío</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de lo vientos gélidos del norte<br />es la ausencia que hiela la desnudez de un cuerpo</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que ansía y tirita de ganas…</em></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>No es el vacío de una cama</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-en su lado más izquierdo-<br /></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>son los pétalos de las margaritas</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>(ya marchitos)</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que perdieron su perfume</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y se desmoronan en recuerdos</em></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">es la eterna pregunta</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">-sin respuesta-</span></em></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de un tal vez si te quiero</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>o tal vez no</em></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>No es tu rostro plasmado en un retrato,<br /></div></em></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>es la imagen</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que se viste de deseo</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y se refleja en el arroyo</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de la melancolía</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Ven que te necesito...</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-9129122790207879827?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-32397897068389565942009-01-03T22:47:00.000-04:302009-01-03T23:16:54.554-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SWAw1LRtdWI/AAAAAAAAADw/Pu1EKY4iCng/s1600-h/20080727132211-luna.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287279652651234658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SWAw1LRtdWI/AAAAAAAAADw/Pu1EKY4iCng/s320/20080727132211-luna.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Sucede que hoy mis ojos vuelven a estar tristes,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que la soledad está arraigada en mi piel</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y que la melancolía es parte del aire que respiro.</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Que es estúpido amar sin ser correspondido</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y que mi estupidez es tan básica como impredescible</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>(no se puede amar a una imagen reflejada por mis necesidades pero lo común nunca fue mi estilo, siempre busco el camino estrecho-sin sentido)</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Mi fortaleza es tan fuerte como un cubo de hielo sobre una vela encendida</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y mi ingenuidad tan grande como la luna.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Sucede que no es fácil ser yo</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y mucho menos pretender que alguien me la haga difícil...</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Yo me entiendo...</em></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-3239789706838956594?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-70741057877089081762009-01-03T21:29:00.001-04:302009-01-03T21:41:59.647-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SWAYa3ARPLI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q5fMfHTqIqE/s1600-h/humedos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287252812253707442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SWAYa3ARPLI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q5fMfHTqIqE/s320/humedos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Danzan </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>tus manos</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>como gotitas de lluvia</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en la seca llanura de mí cuerpo.</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Me humedeces</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>abriéndome cauces...</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Navegas</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>tiemblo.</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Lo imposible se conjuga</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con lo inevitable</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en tu ansiado rescoldo</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y te abrazo, ya sin huída.</em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Ahora soñarte no me basta</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>requiero tu presencia</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-7074105787708908176?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-58096131367968196662009-01-02T14:41:00.000-04:302009-01-02T14:55:28.616-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SV5olk18nSI/AAAAAAAAACo/Y-beX7vDFg8/s1600-h/x1piYkpqHC_35lqtNSSvy_JKVCgTKKCW3ahOByF0HJSfNiPYB3xz59LpElPvGvRltHT8I__KkNDzcO7VTRtr4A4ETPAOF3jC6JNMPMgWlAYmOkhGAcfxhCWtA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286778007333936418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SV5olk18nSI/AAAAAAAAACo/Y-beX7vDFg8/s320/x1piYkpqHC_35lqtNSSvy_JKVCgTKKCW3ahOByF0HJSfNiPYB3xz59LpElPvGvRltHT8I__KkNDzcO7VTRtr4A4ETPAOF3jC6JNMPMgWlAYmOkhGAcfxhCWtA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Permíteme disolverme</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>como azúcar moreno</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en tus aguas </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>inquietas y tibias</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>toma sorbo a sorbo</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>el dulce néctar</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y engolosínate </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de mis caricias</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Permíteme morar en tus ojos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y perderme en la intensidad de tu mirada</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>conectarme con el trasluz </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de tu iridiscencia</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y reflejar tu imagen varonil</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en el espejo de mi inmortalidad</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Permíteme flotar en tu cuerpo,</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en las mareas altas y bajas</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>como velero a la deriva</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y que </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mis arenas se derramen en las orillas de tu isla</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Percátate de mi ingenua presencia</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Arrópame con piel tuya</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-5809613136796819666?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-91383991046552226642008-12-27T14:49:00.000-04:302009-01-02T16:22:15.815-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SVZ_2j9_lDI/AAAAAAAAACg/IEgxHHtoIr4/s1600-h/y1p7O7pyVmlwrnmOmx2JU6EpomRXL_K6JRfVA2vjBVW-eb8xEX5ksROZeH6hcU0aerA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284551788110779442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SVZ_2j9_lDI/AAAAAAAAACg/IEgxHHtoIr4/s320/y1p7O7pyVmlwrnmOmx2JU6EpomRXL_K6JRfVA2vjBVW-eb8xEX5ksROZeH6hcU0aerA.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Y sueñan los sueños que al anochecer mientras duermo, </em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>navegan los besos y el paladar se vuelve caudal de querencias</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y un vendaval de caricias, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>hace barquitos de papel en este cuerpo mío hecho mar para tu desembocadura.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Cauce tibio, arena tendida, sal de mi mar…</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>La luna brilla en el cielo de tus ojos </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y tu carita titila de alegría cuando la brisa de mi boca pronuncia tu nombre.</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Tu cuerpo de palmera se agita</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>para crear la imagen perfecta en el paisaje de este amor apasionado</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y las olas bailan al ritmo del acoplamiento.</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Luego, en el horizonte el sol se asoma y el alba se confunde</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con el aroma sereno de tu salinidad.</em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Y sueñan los sueños que al amanecer mientras despierto,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mis labios son sonrisa y el puerto donde los recuerdos compartidos no zarparán jamás.<br /></div></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-9138399104655222664?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-32991247681644321262008-12-26T14:05:00.000-04:302008-12-26T14:13:07.853-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SVUlD7OsOFI/AAAAAAAAACY/iAPGVHu1-h0/s1600-h/c6ac755bwh3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284170487158290514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SVUlD7OsOFI/AAAAAAAAACY/iAPGVHu1-h0/s320/c6ac755bwh3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>En carne viva</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-desnuda-</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>deshecha de excesos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>estoy aquí</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>vulnerable a ti</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Cúbreme,</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>haz de tu piel</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>el más fino</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de mis vestidos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Recórreme de besos,</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>soy camino </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>despejado</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-libre-</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>para tu paso</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Abrázame,</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>soy cintura</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y mis senos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>un redondo equipaje</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>donde guardo mis deseos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Silencio...</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>tápale la voz</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>a mis murmullos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y calla los segundos </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>a los relojes</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que se aproxima</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>el delirio</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Soy</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>un pequeño lugar</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>o un universo abierto e infinito</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>para tus sueños y tus ganas</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>No lo olvides,</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>esta piel que hoy te ofrezco</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y que estrechas</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>tiene un sabor a batalla</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>al filo de la noche</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-3299124768164432126?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-24967886196155132452008-12-25T11:57:00.000-04:302008-12-25T23:17:17.140-04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SVO1afalDMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mdeiFxHfyZw/s1600-h/atardecer-casal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283766254549929154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SVO1afalDMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mdeiFxHfyZw/s320/atardecer-casal.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Eres marea</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que como ola</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-va y viene-</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>humedeciendo mi orilla.</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em><div align="center"><br />Mi azul;</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">agua salada</div><div align="center">que se apresura y tienta mis ganas,</div><div align="center">la luna testigo</div><div align="center">en las misteriosas noches</div><div align="center">de mi vientre fértil.</div><div align="center"><br />Poséeme solitaria...</div><div align="center">que soy como alga marina</div><div align="center">en tu vasto mar...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-2496788619615513245?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-13393776569048723872008-12-25T00:36:00.000-04:302008-12-25T23:19:43.548-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SVMVvku8qdI/AAAAAAAAACI/_ZCQJwwKmJs/s1600-h/sabrina011tf23211.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283590694894348754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SVMVvku8qdI/AAAAAAAAACI/_ZCQJwwKmJs/s320/sabrina011tf23211.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Y me arrodillo al pie de luna</span></span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">a espalda de tu faz<br />-mi amante-</span></span></em></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><div align="center"><br />Y la sombra enceguece las ganas con su luz peregrina<br />y te deseo…</div><div align="center"><br />En silencio cubres mi dorso,<br />tus dedos no ven pero buscan</div><div align="center">y sin saber me encuentran presentida</div><div align="center">perdida en tu embravecida orilla. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">No quiero que amanezca…</span><br /></div></span></em></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-1339377656904872387?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-43438652254077965972008-12-21T18:36:00.000-04:302008-12-25T23:21:37.567-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SU7MeuZkvXI/AAAAAAAAACA/QBlYU5RSu5Y/s1600-h/3056399.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282384241175608690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/SU7MeuZkvXI/AAAAAAAAACA/QBlYU5RSu5Y/s320/3056399.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Y la noche con su luna </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">me estremecen<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">la energía cala mis huesos<br />como transeúnte provisorio de mis riendas<br />s<br />u<br />e<br />l<br />t<br />a<br />s<br /></div></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Inequívoco presentimiento<br />que le da cabida a la dicha y detiene el tiempo.<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Soy el complemento de todo tu universo…</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-4343865225407796597?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-4012710811798225602008-12-06T09:04:00.001-04:302008-12-06T09:13:32.950-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://img.allpoetry.com/images/custom/Celticmoon/2400-1273.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.allpoetry.com/images/custom/Celticmoon/2400-1273.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>El tiempo transcurre inexorable,</em></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>me pueblas toda de besos</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-de norte a sur-</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y me gusta tu imagen presentida</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cada vez que requiero tu presencia.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Cae del cielo</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>lluvia a cántaros de pétalos de girasoles</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y te atoras en mi garganta,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>dulce néctar de duraznos frescos</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Quedo extasiada</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y un suspiro intenso</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>llega presagiando el final</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>(esa causa nuestra de seguir solitarios</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>para no presionar)</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>No me angustio...</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>nuevamente volverás a buscar víctimas estúpidas</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que regodeen tu ego</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mientras yo, dejaré la puerta entreabierta.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Estarás al acecho</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>porque amas el instante de quedarnos satisfechos...</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Es la oportunidad única de ser libres</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en nuestra propia dictadura.</em></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-401271081179822560?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-82643437707115986392008-12-06T08:14:00.000-04:302008-12-06T09:15:35.650-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/STqB44a_cGI/AAAAAAAAABc/r8CGzWFJ21k/s1600-h/111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276672727636209762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/STqB44a_cGI/AAAAAAAAABc/r8CGzWFJ21k/s320/111.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>No abandonemos</em></span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la magia del secreto.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>No es por el hecho</em></span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que nuestro amor</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>sea prohibido o impuro.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Persisto en el arrullo</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que hay en los rincones,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>en la memoria o el espíritu</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que habitan las paredes</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de nuestras casas.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Sabemos que toda</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>felicidad auténtica</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>será condenada e ilegítima.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Por eso conservemos </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la magia del secreto.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>La sombra hace más intensa la entrega</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>más voluptuoso el camino</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que hay hasta tu cuerpo</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de hombre tierno.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Ya no puedo ser más mujer</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de vigilias sigilosas.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Has derrotado todos mis cálculos,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>todas mis previsiones</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de hembra al acecho</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>atada a la supervivencia.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>No te pido que niegues tu pasado</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>menos que le hagas la guerra.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Sabes muy bien a éstas alturas</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que toda felicidad permanente</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>es síntoma de fracaso.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>No creo en los matrimonios perfectos</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>sepulcros del deseo.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Creo en la pasión libre y fresca</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que nos otorga el sabor de lo nuevo,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>así sea transitorio y doloroso.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>La tierra contigo</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>ahora me es mucho más leve:</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>has liberado el sueño</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y mi inocencia</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>se parece más al agua.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-Tu enferma de la luna-</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Del Conde Arboleda / El Epistolario Perdido</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-8264343770711598639?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-61344478032763210852008-12-04T15:30:00.000-04:302008-12-05T14:57:36.387-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/STg37MU2wpI/AAAAAAAAABU/MqmvH09LyWE/s1600-h/user20284_pic720_1227998265.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276028453525045906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/STg37MU2wpI/AAAAAAAAABU/MqmvH09LyWE/s320/user20284_pic720_1227998265.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Percibes mi cuerpo sinuoso<br />mientras te acaricio el dorso con las palmas del deseo,<br />siento tu rigidez sobre el espesor del umbral acaecido<br />y desnuda el alma<br /><br />Es la eterna lucha entre lo cóncavo y lo convexo<br />-acoplamiento de vida-<br /><br />Y se detiene el tiempo en un vaivén rítmico de olas<br />donde mis caderas tararean el sonido impetuoso de tus gemidos<br />y espero que tu miel balsámica se desborde en mí.<br /><br />Aunque todo esté en contra,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">eres la brújula que apunta siempre al sur</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">y el horizonte donde muere el sol pero renace la luna</span>…<br /></div></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-6134447803276321085?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-37729112047838854752008-11-28T20:33:00.000-04:302008-11-29T21:43:58.445-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/STCVLOmjjOI/AAAAAAAAABE/3InWtIsnIzU/s1600-h/793.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273879183781760226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/STCVLOmjjOI/AAAAAAAAABE/3InWtIsnIzU/s320/793.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> ...Y se hizo la luz y con ella, las sombras.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Aún espero que la luna, que ahora compartes,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">me regale un rayito de luz</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">para iluminar mi oscuridad...</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-3772911204783885475?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-84477847579952468512008-11-28T15:13:00.001-04:302008-11-29T21:54:41.791-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/STH4lZOmiLI/AAAAAAAAABM/RhFYYAMfFY8/s1600-h/desnudamikelmartinezaj5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274269959938541746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGqBmSsAz_Y/STH4lZOmiLI/AAAAAAAAABM/RhFYYAMfFY8/s320/desnudamikelmartinezaj5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Shhhhh...silencio</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">antes quiero decirte: </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Regresa con frecuencia y tómame</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">en las noches de luna llena</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">cuando los recuerdos se despierten en mi cuerpo,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">cuando el deseo se pasee por mi sangre y tiemble...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Cuando arda el fuego interno</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">y las brasas se conviertan en hoguera</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">y un suspiro me delate.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Regresa,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">cuando el recuerdo de sus labios</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">me llenen la boca de besos</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">y las manos recorriendo cada pliegue</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">me toquen en la distancia...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Por favor,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">regresa con frecuencia y tómame divina sensación...</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8539014990881091331-8447784757995246851?l=loquecallalaluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com8