tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1020912545530048362011-12-12T04:30:04.135-08:00FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-77934400251438585742008-10-27T20:31:00.000-07:002008-10-27T20:51:31.026-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l778pLLAyA/SQaJ03FVnJI/AAAAAAAAA3M/MXzBkDEOV2k/s1600-h/Bocas"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l778pLLAyA/SQaJ03FVnJI/AAAAAAAAA3M/MXzBkDEOV2k/s200/Bocas" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262044755861544082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7l778pLLAyA/SQaK0vQeyII/AAAAAAAAA3k/HNK08Q4Y7_s/s1600-h/enaccion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLzAhxNpCVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HzSJzGqmwew/s320/mari+N%5B1%5D.E.R..jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="353" height="132"><param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf" /><param name="FlashVars" value="file=b153046" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf" width="353" height="132" flashvars="file=b153046" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-6387099211234532336?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-62365718027627697892008-08-28T09:23:00.001-07:002008-09-26T09:02:49.878-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLbRBvZAepI/AAAAAAAAAuI/QWKl5GD4CsE/s1600-h/0000097786_350.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239605044323580562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLbRBvZAepI/AAAAAAAAAuI/QWKl5GD4CsE/s200/0000097786_350.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="353" height="132"><param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf" /><param name="FlashVars" value="file=25b8eb9" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf" width="353" height="132" flashvars="file=25b8eb9" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-6236571802762769789?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-68139237216028296632008-08-27T21:26:00.000-07:002008-08-27T21:36:45.528-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLYrR5qqFhI/AAAAAAAAAuA/s_U_jt6qM68/s1600-h/cuarto%20rojo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239422803029661202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLYrR5qqFhI/AAAAAAAAAuA/s_U_jt6qM68/s200/cuarto%2520rojo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">El disco gira sonidos,<br />en la siesta nota<br />nos detenemos a<br />mirar la melodía roja<br />que invade el cuarto. </div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-6813923721602829663?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-24068931025289784052008-08-27T20:55:00.000-07:002008-09-01T09:14:15.810-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLYhr316fcI/AAAAAAAAAto/PaI9C1-8Hhc/s1600-h/131492653_c698a801b0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239412254100323778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLYhr316fcI/AAAAAAAAAto/PaI9C1-8Hhc/s200/131492653_c698a801b0.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">A distancia<br />se ve mejor</div><div align="center">calzo lupa en mi ojo izquierdo</div><div align="center">con resabios de un cross</div><div align="center">ve ve ve, dijo un pájaro</div><div align="center">a que te vete la realidad<br />y te desfigure poemas guerreros<br />salidos de huesos y carnes<br />protestantes de lo establishment,<br />empuje fantasías al vacío<br />saque la lengua</div><div align="center">a la esperanza</div><div align="center">la aniquile la extirpe la desarme</div><div align="center">y lo único que te quede sea la poesía</div><div align="center">y allí encuentres tu rostro</div><div align="center">el verdadero. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-2406893102528978405?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-19854721084178186752008-08-27T17:39:00.000-07:002008-08-27T17:41:02.050-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLXz9C9SQRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/WCyNfYQiMz0/s1600-h/Autorretrato_espejo_esferico.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239361971606929682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLXz9C9SQRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/WCyNfYQiMz0/s200/Autorretrato_espejo_esferico.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">Los espejos de las cosas<br />siembran una mueca al hombro<br />y la paseamos sin importancia<br />como si se pudiera</div><div align="center">caminar sin su reflejo.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-1985472108417818675?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-87031302649757090852008-08-26T13:26:00.000-07:002008-08-27T17:45:11.505-07:00Hoy a las 21 hs. nos sumamos a la convocatoria de poner una canción de Charly García, y abrir las ventanas de nuestras casas, para que el influjo de su música y lírica que tanto nos ha acompañado y acompaña, lo abrace e inunde pueblos y ciudades.<br />Empezamos más temprano el aguante a García, con estos videos de la presentación del disco "Cómo conseguir chicas" en el Gran Rex en 1989.<br /><p align="center"></p><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkF1Hx4Ba3o&amp;hl=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed> <p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Ella busca en los jazmines<br />él la busca en la ciudad<br />ella sueña encontrar<br />él intenta soñar pero ella no está".<br /><strong><strong></strong></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><strong>(Zocacola)</strong></strong></span><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sOYPrk3UFEQ&amp;hl=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Siempre que salgo<br />tengo al lado un monitor<br />y no sé quién está aquí.<br />Alguien me llama por el maldito amor<br />y no sé quién está aquí.<br />No conozco a nadie<br />y todos saben de mí<br />pero es así<br />porque siempre estoy en Fantasy".<br /><strong><strong></strong></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><strong>(Fantasy)</strong></strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-8703130264975709085?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Natalia Molinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00760649518671951030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-89152604978980551832008-08-24T22:02:00.000-07:002008-08-27T17:44:45.075-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yjaQ14pDiSM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yjaQ14pDiSM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-8915260497898055183?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-54242340650980767202008-08-24T20:00:00.000-07:002008-08-25T19:19:04.564-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l778pLLAyA/SLIiESKEahI/AAAAAAAAApo/N7NbUGb2m6A/s1600-h/rojo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7l778pLLAyA/SLIiESKEahI/AAAAAAAAApo/N7NbUGb2m6A/s200/rojo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238286773574199826" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="color:black;">No queremos treces<br />ni martes<br />(eso era antes).<br />No queremos la sal<br />del laberinto,<br />no queremos papelones de muecas,<br />sólo transparentar lo invisible<br />sin darnos cuenta<o:p></o:p><br />así<o:p></o:p><br />un parpadeo<o:p></o:p><br />tomar un sorbo de agua<o:p></o:p><br />saltar fuera de cada vaso<br />quebrado de impaciencia<br />por el oxígeno que estalla<o:p></o:p><br />en la lengua<br />tatuada de adioses,<br />respira las pupilas heridas<br />de distancia entre escombros<o:p></o:p><br />que atraviesan<o:p></o:p><br />papeles ilegibles<o:p></o:p><br />tabaco insomnio y letras<br />que se encuentran en los bordes<o:p></o:p><br />de un puente que da<br />a cada baldío de palabras<br />que no quieren ahogar la sed<o:p></o:p><br />que las construye<o:p></o:p><br />y el juego es<br />un abecedario haciendo cosquillas,<br />una caja de confites sugus<o:p></o:p><br />derramándose<br />en un piso encerado<br />con la lengua que intenta<br />saborear las formas<o:p></o:p><br />escapándose<o:p></o:p><br />entre baldosas flojas<br />de tanto pedir anarquía,<br />de tanto ring raje a la lengua<br />que parla la parla<br />encerada, encerrada<o:p></o:p><br />amarrada<o:p></o:p><br />cuando sólo<o:p></o:p><br />quiere saborear<o:p></o:p><br />pero la cera<o:p></o:p><br />no deja sentir libertad<br />cuando la gota rebalsa y<br />la fruta es prohibida y<br />es martes 13<o:p></o:p><br />para la pobrecita lengua<o:p></o:p><br />cuyo camino<o:p></o:p><br />estaba signado<o:p></o:p><br />de coloridos confites<o:p></o:p><br />pero como toda mina<o:p></o:p><br />es terca<o:p></o:p><br />y no cree en supersticiones<o:p></o:p><br />sólo en los sugus<o:p></o:p><br />impregnados de cera<o:p></o:p><br />que brillan gritando<br />yain, yain yain yain<br />grita ladra<o:p></o:p><br />escupe yain yain<o:p></o:p><br />prende una vela <o:p></o:p><br />y reinicia el manifiesto:<br />-no queremos lo que era antes.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><br /><span style="color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Este es el primer poema que escribimos juntos con Fernando Luciani. Luego armamos dúo poético-musical, con el que debutamos el viernes 22/08 en la presentación de "Esto no es una revista literaria" en Bahía Blanca. Hoy le pusimos el nombre "...Bocas del aire..." y armamos este blog con la idea de subir poemas de escritura miti-miti, entre otras cosas y, más adelante, los audios de nuestro dúo.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Bienvenidos!</span></span><br /></p><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-5424234065098076720?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Natalia Molinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00760649518671951030noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-41923209755127462062008-08-24T06:49:00.000-07:002008-08-24T20:43:24.306-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFnDBdA1SI/AAAAAAAAAs8/2UPQEfmmqXY/s1600-h/patente.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238081143235990818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFnDBdA1SI/AAAAAAAAAs8/2UPQEfmmqXY/s200/patente.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />En calle Estomba<br />se pierden autos grises<br />hasta encontrarlos.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-4192320975512746206?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-74476031383157127332008-08-24T06:46:00.000-07:002008-08-24T20:44:24.538-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFmTXhInMI/AAAAAAAAAs0/FaE2HV0vVNE/s1600-h/Tacos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238080324525137090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFmTXhInMI/AAAAAAAAAs0/FaE2HV0vVNE/s200/Tacos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />La salsa pica<br />comida mejicana<br />sobre la lengua.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-7447603138315712733?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-77302565100793232072008-08-24T06:42:00.000-07:002008-08-24T20:44:51.115-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFlc_vOtGI/AAAAAAAAAss/eBhIRrTcoiQ/s1600-h/feria2005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238079390428869730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFlc_vOtGI/AAAAAAAAAss/eBhIRrTcoiQ/s200/feria2005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">La vendedora<br />grita vengan a comprar</div><div align="center">que tengo hambre.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-7730256510079323207?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-77180785959425534382008-08-24T06:39:00.000-07:002008-08-24T20:45:40.323-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFkkXQHruI/AAAAAAAAAsk/JoddERgR5tY/s1600-h/b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238078417488293602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFkkXQHruI/AAAAAAAAAsk/JoddERgR5tY/s200/b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />En bicicleta<br />sus mejillas con rubor<br />detrás pá y má.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-7718078595942553438?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-45655413886888353902008-08-24T06:19:00.000-07:002008-08-24T06:20:09.476-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFf5W6BcRI/AAAAAAAAAsc/sxY2_GVtdlU/s1600-h/Sed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238073280614723858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFf5W6BcRI/AAAAAAAAAsc/sxY2_GVtdlU/s200/Sed.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">Costado vano<br />espejo retrovisor<br />marea la sed.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-4565541388688835390?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-68426340876438692782008-08-24T06:00:00.000-07:002008-08-24T20:46:12.558-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFbhz-GbxI/AAAAAAAAAsU/5An60ZuStMk/s1600-h/bosque.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238068478053084946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFbhz-GbxI/AAAAAAAAAsU/5An60ZuStMk/s200/bosque.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Es medianoche<br />en el bosque sagrado<br />los gnomos ríen.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></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/102091254553004836-6842634087643869278?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-32206775056249152292008-08-24T05:53:00.000-07:002008-08-24T20:46:42.756-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFZ4iOLWOI/AAAAAAAAAsM/avFgbF_HiGw/s1600-h/Paco_Puyuelo_CaraPartida2_G.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238066669402413282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFZ4iOLWOI/AAAAAAAAAsM/avFgbF_HiGw/s200/Paco_Puyuelo_CaraPartida2_G.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Nuestra música<br />desvela pasos antes<br />de la partida.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-3220677505624915229?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-44078145589073086062008-08-24T05:43:00.000-07:002008-08-24T20:47:16.311-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFYSyN8ayI/AAAAAAAAAsE/zBRuJY6shw0/s1600-h/abecedario.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238064921349745442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFYSyN8ayI/AAAAAAAAAsE/zBRuJY6shw0/s200/abecedario.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> Sangre sabia<br />rompe abecedarios.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-4407814558907308606?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-57668062484388808372008-08-24T05:40:00.000-07:002008-08-24T20:47:47.555-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFW6atbGZI/AAAAAAAAAr8/NINsaaWMWvE/s1600-h/curitas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238063403210840466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFW6atbGZI/AAAAAAAAAr8/NINsaaWMWvE/s200/curitas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Curitas exquisitas<br />sobre el roce del veneno<br />tajo mantra.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-5766806248438880837?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102091254553004836.post-47303043524400559302008-08-24T04:45:00.000-07:002008-09-22T20:29:55.121-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFKzLUYIiI/AAAAAAAAAr0/uGoFu5KAW2U/s1600-h/737431929d190aeffe8eg7.jpg"><span style="font-size:0;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238050084680639010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZxvRFB_dUo/SLFKzLUYIiI/AAAAAAAAAr0/uGoFu5KAW2U/s200/737431929d190aeffe8eg7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Gira la calesita y<br />el caballo despinta<br />los trotes<br />del éxito machucado<br />intacto al tacto<br />destila rabia<br />escupe patios antiguos<br />dolor nuevo<br />remedios viejos<br />jala 17 lenguas </div><div align="center">exprime ganas.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102091254553004836-4730304352440055930?l=bocasdelaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FERNANDO LUCIANIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469898297986913312noreply@blogger.com0