tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255710562012-01-05T00:41:08.807-03:00¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-42238638874860727952012-01-05T00:31:00.003-03:002012-01-05T00:39:36.696-03:00*<div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I3V9MMbLKBU/TwUbPyJAi8I/AAAAAAAAAlw/V6W6c-sceD0/s1600/certif1230733b3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I3V9MMbLKBU/TwUbPyJAi8I/AAAAAAAAAlw/V6W6c-sceD0/s320/certif1230733b3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693987261851405250" /></a><div class="separator" style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #999999;">Camino entre las pausas. Las Pausas caminan sobre mi. Sobre mi camino, camino. Sobre mi, mi camino, camina. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ffe599;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ffe599;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ffe599;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ffe599;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ffe599;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ffe599;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ffe599;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ffe599;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ffe599;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffe599;"><b>*</b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-4223863887486072795?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-58697779968084250282009-10-21T01:39:00.003-03:002012-01-04T10:22:37.942-03:00*<div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZNgxmC-KIo/TwO9WoSyqHI/AAAAAAAAAkE/OGO2ieNNXrw/s1600/asi2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZNgxmC-KIo/TwO9WoSyqHI/AAAAAAAAAkE/OGO2ieNNXrw/s320/asi2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693602550397446258" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">*</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><br />El inicio de mi mala memoria no lo recuerdo mucho. Sólo sé -con seguridad- que alguna vez alguien me dijo algo que parece que me hizo sentido, entonces creo que ahi fue donde comprendi que algo pasaba con alguna parte de mí. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">*</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-5869777996808425028?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-64154904980039528252009-08-18T20:40:00.009-04:002012-01-04T10:23:07.745-03:00*<div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HLj6kR4hLVc/TwPAiC2tGtI/AAAAAAAAAlY/1KhQ3zkljm8/s1600/DSC02664.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HLj6kR4hLVc/TwPAiC2tGtI/AAAAAAAAAlY/1KhQ3zkljm8/s320/DSC02664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693606045040843474" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">-</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Hagamos un Trato:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Una Pista por una pista...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Un Recuerdo por un recuerdo...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Un Cigarro por un aliento...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Un Dibujo por un bosquejo...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Soy un Trato des-hecho.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-6415490498003952825?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-79030051565881996652009-07-03T10:30:00.006-04:002012-01-04T10:23:31.757-03:00*<div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/Sk4ZPwgZH3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Q4M0d45nyB0/s1600-h/Picture+0423xj.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/Sk4ZPwgZH3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Q4M0d45nyB0/s320/Picture+0423xj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354244765499596658" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="text-align: left; ">-</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/Sk4XmP89dhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/X70X7zskgDI/s1600-h/Picture+0423x.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"> </a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Del Silencio Al Silencio.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">para que puedas Escuchar. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">*</span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/Sk4XmP89dhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/X70X7zskgDI/s1600-h/Picture+0423x.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"> </a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-7903005156588199665?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-9092126655554920892009-06-26T01:33:00.006-04:002012-01-04T10:33:41.381-03:00*<div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/SkRdzCIYu8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/hPhYqXPcsu4/s1600-h/Picture+0074g.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/SkRdzCIYu8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/hPhYqXPcsu4/s320/Picture+0074g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351505388549749698" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">-</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><br /><span>El reloj...</span><br /><span>llegó tarde</span><br /><span>para el perdón.</span><br /><br /><br /><span>Necesitamos volver a cantar...</span><br /><span>aquella vieja canción.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-909212665555492089?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-44921633478430944722008-11-06T22:30:00.017-03:002012-01-04T10:32:24.642-03:00*<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/SROr55rKMYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YAlXVBubr-M/s1600-h/DSC00609b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/SROr55rKMYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YAlXVBubr-M/s320/DSC00609b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265741400548979074" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Maldito el sonido</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de aquel timbre que no sonó.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">*</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Palabras de menos, echar de más...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Me declaro en banca rota...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y en sillones agrietados.</span></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">*</span></span><br /></div><span ><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span ><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); "><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; " >A mi llegada...</span></div></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span ><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); "><div style="text-align: left; "><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; " >sólo una banca vacía ... en una abandonada estación.</span></div></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); text-align: left;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">*</span></span><br /><br /></div></div><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/SROr55rKMYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YAlXVBubr-M/s1600-h/DSC00609b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-4492163347843094472?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-81534545274125634722008-11-06T20:52:00.004-03:002008-11-06T22:27:35.805-03:00*<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/SROVZlkREDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DyT_pk3cw0U/s1600-h/DSC02622.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/SROVZlkREDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DyT_pk3cw0U/s320/DSC02622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265716656139735090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Así fue...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">cuando el ojo brilló... lo entendí</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">pero no me crecieron alas...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">ni volé.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">ni me llamo...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">ni fui...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">No estaba...</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><br />Me perdí...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">y así me encontré...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">sin nada...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">ausente...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">con frío...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">y sin una gota de coraje...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">para llamar o escribir. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Foto: Pedro Aznar en vivo. Noviembre 2008</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-8153454527412563472?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-54582915425746265012008-08-25T00:48:00.010-04:002012-01-04T10:24:57.997-03:00...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/SLJYQnu4_1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/BmlEhIf4bu4/s1600-h/lunhj100.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/SLJYQnu4_1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/BmlEhIf4bu4/s320/lunhj100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238346359152115538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;">Lo que sucede...<br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Cuando suicidamos a la Noche.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> Culpable. 100% Culpable.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="right"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="right"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p><br /></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p>Es tu Ley...<br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="right"><span style="font-size:100%;">...Y yo vivo tras las rejas.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="right"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="right"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="right"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="right"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="right"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="right"><span style="font-size:100%;">...<br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-5458291542574626501?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-17892735198507630012008-06-11T02:14:00.006-04:002012-01-04T10:34:16.336-03:00*<div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/SE9zdCYiLbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Nmuhb2nz4Ak/s1600-h/DSC00937.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/SE9zdCYiLbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Nmuhb2nz4Ak/s320/DSC00937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210510236584127922" border="0" /></a><br />.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">En la Distancia, el Silencio Tiene Cadenas...</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">El tiempo se me va...<br />recordando que debo olvidar.<br /><br /><br /><br />...<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-1789273519850763001?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-24503612360080384232008-04-14T01:38:00.011-04:002012-01-04T10:26:20.223-03:00*<div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FeIgKGciZmU/TwO_8ekxTXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/_sTcQeQ18EQ/s1600/farolito%2Bde%2Bdios.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FeIgKGciZmU/TwO_8ekxTXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/_sTcQeQ18EQ/s320/farolito%2Bde%2Bdios.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693605399646784882" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">...La luz que había aquí...</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">la apagué cuando pensé que era la última persona en salir...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><br />Soy yo...<br />...y no la masa gris.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Dios...<br />No sabes cuanto me gustaria creer en ti....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">...y en mi.<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />***<br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal">Procesión. Recuerdos. Sentimientos. Mi Reino por un Dios. Llevo días contando agujeros en la esquina aquella en que me encontré arrancando de los perros rabiosos que un día decidí que afirmaran desde el cordel imaginario, mi ropa mojada. Mojada y Derretida. Como los Relojes de Dalí y la vela que aún juega con su llama infernalmente inconstante. Inconstante y Atrayente. Emocionalmente distante. El Techo de mi pieza me queda perfectamente bien. Y nada cubre el Km2 que he cultivado en el macetero agrietado por mí y por otros. Ellos. Esos. En aquel entonces yo era más lejana y menos humana. Ahora soy tan sólo una Mujer. Mujer de voz de Tango. Mujer de Espacios sin sentido. Mujer de Disparos Malheridos.<i style="">“Bang bang bang. Hojas muertas que caen”.<span style=""> </span></i>Las Recojo. Desalojo. Me condeno. Te absuelvo. Gente que pasa. Gente que quiero. Gente que pierdo. <i style="">“Siempre igual, los que no pueden más, se van".</i> Los voy. Me voy. El ego me ha botado, maldecido, nombrado y aislado. Procesión. Oración. Siglos de silencio. Entre tanto muerto, soy la menos viva. Tan sólo una boca gris que encanta desde lejos. El Gris del Desencanto. <i style="">“Gris, el cielo de tus ojos”</i><i style=""><span style="line-height: 115%;">.</span></i> Susurro el parlamento egoísta de quien sabe mucho de nada. La Nada y el Todo. Pregunto. Complico. Sirvo el Té. Escucho música. Enciendo el Silencio.<span style=""> </span>Escondo el Reloj.<span style=""> </span>Espanto una mosca (mi vida pasada). Hago la fila para llegar a mí. Recuerdo a la Luna. Cierro las cortinas y me quedo afuera. Tengo frio. Es de Noche. Ya es de Día. Tomo el Teléfono. Suelto el Teléfono. Veo mi página. Escribo tonteras. Hago la fila para salir de mí. Abro las cortinas y me dejo entrar, pero sólo a mi. Los vidrios están sucios. Los ojos están húmedos. El último apagaba la Luz...y me he quedado a oscuras. </p><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*<br /></div><br /></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-2450361236008038423?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-10787457917255291792008-03-14T20:40:00.007-03:002012-01-04T10:26:43.215-03:00.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/R9sNtMLrqrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cabjmdw0oKk/s1600-h/DSC01781+j.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/R9sNtMLrqrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cabjmdw0oKk/s320/DSC01781+j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177747266608016050" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">¿y si no me ves pasar?</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-1078745791725529179?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-9504507862202261572008-01-14T16:56:00.001-03:002012-01-04T10:26:57.431-03:00*<div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/R4vItgQxSeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QXID0nXqnmQ/s1600-h/perd3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/R4vItgQxSeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QXID0nXqnmQ/s320/perd3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155434882535606754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">...y bueno....<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Tampoco es malo conservar el pañuelo que usaste...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">cuando la vida te abandonó...</span> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-<br /></div><br />*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-950450786220226157?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-87205472735188865272007-10-13T20:58:00.001-04:002012-01-04T10:27:15.194-03:00<div style="text-align: right;">*<br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RxFq3jrTIWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vJVRQZ1L5cw/s1600-h/sagrada...3.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RxFq3jrTIWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vJVRQZ1L5cw/s320/sagrada...3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120991753999163746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Se Buscan Reparaciones:<br /></div><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">para Corazones cansados...<br />para Sentimientos dejados a un lado...<br />para Manos partidas...<br />para Partidas eternas...<br />para Eternas Tristezas...<br />para Copas vacías sobre la mesa...<br />para vacíos en el Alma...<br />para Espacios no Actualizados...<br />para Espejos trizados...<br />Para Desiluciones Astrales...<br />Constitucionales...<br />Mundanales y Espirituales...<br />para Cabezas agrietadas...<br />para la Ausencia de panoramas...<br />para Sueños añejados...<br />para Ombligos sin causa...<br />para Caminos desiertos...<br />para las Muertes constantes...<br />para los Vuelos distantes...<br />para las Voces que se apagan...<br />para los interruptores que callan...<br />para los Poemas quemados...<br />olvidados...<br />para las estrellas que se han apagado...<br />para las Traiciones que en dias nublado...<br />en neblina me han transformado.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Haga sus descargos aquí.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Deje su mensaje despues del "piii..."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />piiii...<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">*</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"> </span><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-8720547273518886527?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-48604762256826164052007-09-10T00:30:00.001-04:002007-09-10T13:33:33.184-04:00<object width="425" height="353"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pAH4klqLTXg"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pAH4klqLTXg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-4860476225682616405?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-32321600241796228392007-08-21T20:28:00.001-04:002012-01-04T10:27:53.957-03:00'<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RsuEll0q9nI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JBCIVEOU23k/s1600-h/vicio.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RsuEll0q9nI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JBCIVEOU23k/s320/vicio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101316784270276210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">En Las Noches Largas y Oscuras de la Vida...</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Entre los Dedos...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">El Poder de Escribir Bajo Humos Desalmados.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">*</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-3232160024179622839?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-43888787967294630132007-08-02T00:49:00.001-04:002012-01-04T10:28:23.231-03:00'<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RrFnrvSRAkI/AAAAAAAAADc/-DwYwnCc3vw/s1600-h/PICT0004SDF%2B.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RrFnrvSRAkI/AAAAAAAAADc/-DwYwnCc3vw/s320/PICT0004SDF%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093966654657856066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Palabras con olor a Existencia...<br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Ellas nunca serán lo Real...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Despues de un Silencio...<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">No tengo ganas de hablar.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<br /></span></div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-4388878796729463013?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-6055804263667367192007-08-02T00:47:00.000-04:002007-08-02T00:48:41.539-04:00<div><embed src="http://widget-af.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-af.slide.com&channel=432345564230898351&amp;cy=be&il=1" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=be&ad=0&amp;id=432345564230898351&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-af.slide.com/p1/432345564230898351/be_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=be&amp;ad=0&id=432345564230898351&amp;map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-af.slide.com/p2/432345564230898351/be_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-605580426366736719?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-75208926698471073592007-07-21T01:03:00.000-04:002007-07-21T01:23:46.632-04:00-<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Cuando la Soledad se lleva en los Pies. . .</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RqGYLPSRAiI/AAAAAAAAADM/uAn6jo7l_zg/s1600-h/luz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RqGYLPSRAiI/AAAAAAAAADM/uAn6jo7l_zg/s320/luz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089516372754498082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">-<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-7520892669847107359?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-4808442458386431272007-07-16T23:11:00.000-04:002007-07-16T23:34:41.117-04:00<div style="text-align: right;">·<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/Rpw0TAj045I/AAAAAAAAAC0/U3e313etyek/s1600-h/cemtrio3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/Rpw0TAj045I/AAAAAAAAAC0/U3e313etyek/s320/cemtrio3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087999180194243474" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >La Infinita Poesía del Ser...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Lo inconmensurable de su Inspiración...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >y la Inmensidad del Paisaje Profundo a través de Su Ventana... </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >*</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-480844245838643127?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-16404373970002576642007-07-10T04:36:00.000-04:002007-07-10T19:44:11.566-04:00<div style="text-align: right;">-<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RpNGyvlYGLI/AAAAAAAAACs/oZo_GJ0RePk/s1600-h/farolito+de+dios.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RpNGyvlYGLI/AAAAAAAAACs/oZo_GJ0RePk/s320/farolito+de+dios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085486241812060338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: right;"> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Soy la Personificación de un Supuesto Errado.</span></span><br /></div> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><br /><br /></span></div> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">*</span><br /></div> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><br />No te preocupes...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">En el Limite de la Sombra...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">estoy más cerca de ti</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">que de mi...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Entonces corro y me tapo el rostro con mis manos...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Tampoco espero...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">ya no te espero...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">ya no lo espero.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Entonces paro, y te tapo el rostro con tus manos...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Tampoco busco...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">ya no te busco...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">ya no lo busco.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Entonces vivo, y asesino a los rostros que llevo clavados...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Tampoco creo...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">ya no te creo...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">ya no lo creo.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">En el Limite de la Sombra...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Más lejos de mi</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">que de ti.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-1640437397000257664?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-29189803027302574392007-06-26T23:47:00.000-04:002007-07-10T11:55:41.524-04:00<div><embed src="http://widget-64.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=648518346342618212&amp;site=widget-64.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:300px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=17&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=bb&amp;th=0&amp;id=648518346342618212&amp;map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p1/648518346342618212/bb_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=17&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=bb&amp;th=0&amp;id=648518346342618212&amp;map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p2/648518346342618212/bb_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span> <div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">En esta Danza Infinita......<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style=""><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">... ¿Quién Lleva a Quién...?</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span> </div> <span style=""></span></div> <span style=""><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" > <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> y los Pies...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y la Palabra inexistente...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y la Idea ya expresada...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y la Fecha olvidada...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y la Rabia...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y la Pena...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y lo que No se Entiende...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y lo que No se Dice...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y lo que Razón exige...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y la Melodía...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y la Armonía...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y la Ironía...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y la Melancolía...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y el aroma del día a día...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y la distancia que ahorca...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y el pan...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y la mazorca...?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y la expresión del Alma Libre? </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />y lo que no es Divisible...?</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" > <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br />Hecho.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="">?</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-2918980302730257439?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-60445935293813738872007-06-18T15:39:00.000-04:002007-06-18T15:49:54.321-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RnbhtZQfKNI/AAAAAAAAACM/1QiKE3dzAe8/s1600-h/save.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RnbhtZQfKNI/AAAAAAAAACM/1QiKE3dzAe8/s320/save.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077493799897213138" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;">No te duermas en la Inconsciencia...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;">Inconsistencia.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-6044593529381373887?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-29962139764164845032007-06-01T21:58:00.000-04:002007-06-01T22:16:21.321-04:00<div style="text-align: right;">.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RmDSoMZBO4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/WOgbRlZsqOQ/s1600-h/renuncia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RmDSoMZBO4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/WOgbRlZsqOQ/s320/renuncia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071284768381942658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">La Renuncia de Dios.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">!</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-2996213976416484503?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-19007888381521998592007-05-19T20:19:00.000-04:002007-05-19T20:27:24.866-04:00<div style="text-align: left;"> <div style="text-align: right;">¨<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/Rk-UX8ZBO2I/AAAAAAAAABs/8n75SKIaMcc/s1600-h/este+si.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/Rk-UX8ZBO2I/AAAAAAAAABs/8n75SKIaMcc/s320/este+si.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066431244884065122" border="0" /></a><br /></div> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Hacia el Norte<br />Desde el Norte<br />Para el Norte<br />Hasta el Norte<br />Por el Norte<br />Bajo el Norte<br />Según el Norte<br />Sin el Norte.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-1900788838152199859?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-61371263798762582872007-05-11T13:17:00.000-04:002007-05-19T20:32:54.541-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">_<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RkSltnTWsRI/AAAAAAAAABk/Fjf5yGny4LE/s1600-h/100_5690.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RkSltnTWsRI/AAAAAAAAABk/Fjf5yGny4LE/s320/100_5690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063354084134138130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;" >L<span style="font-family:times new roman;">a Soberbia Asesinó al "yo"</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Cuando el "Nosotros" se transformó</span>...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;" >_</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;" ></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-6137126379876258287?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-26220149800258696592007-04-26T16:08:00.000-04:002007-05-09T00:07:24.725-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RkFIn3TWsNI/AAAAAAAAABE/g6UOIYFLbPc/s1600-h/101_4978menos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RkFIn3TWsNI/AAAAAAAAABE/g6UOIYFLbPc/s320/101_4978menos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062407305838375122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Absurda idea de que lo </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">errado</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">... </span></span> </div> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" > </span> <div style="text-align: right;"> <div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"> ... es "humano".</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div> </div> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Por favor...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Des-Entiendase...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">y Comprenda.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">¿...?</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">.</span><br /></span></span></div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-2622014980025869659?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-21600474195026259102007-04-17T22:54:00.000-04:002007-05-09T00:44:16.840-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RkFRWHTWsQI/AAAAAAAAABc/9lcsJSoK3os/s1600-h/100_5469cementeriom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RkFRWHTWsQI/AAAAAAAAABc/9lcsJSoK3os/s320/100_5469cementeriom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062416896500347138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Toda vida se resume en un maldito espacio compartido...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">abandonado,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">llorado</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">e incorporado...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-2160047419502625910?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-88655236836833223912007-04-08T18:29:00.000-04:002007-05-09T00:36:25.472-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RkFPnXTWsPI/AAAAAAAAABU/zFAiWxRgzNA/s1600-h/100_5513jsepia2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RkFPnXTWsPI/AAAAAAAAABU/zFAiWxRgzNA/s320/100_5513jsepia2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062414993829834994" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Cuidado con los lugares ajenos...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">*</span><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-8865523683683322391?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-15068040510035126102007-03-12T04:40:00.000-04:002007-03-12T23:16:00.398-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RfUULynoRZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/42ZzY-6gsNs/s1600-h/cop4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mI5FFhmgU4w/RfUULynoRZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/42ZzY-6gsNs/s320/cop4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040957550710244754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">El Deber de No Aferrarse...<br /><br /></span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-1506804051003512610?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1166421044383468572006-12-18T02:43:00.000-03:002007-03-12T13:06:33.442-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4121/2674/1600/294247/cop2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4121/2674/320/763899/cop2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><br /><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" >Maldita vida es ésta,</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" >que juega a ponerse el vestido</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" >de quien la quiera vestir,</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" >y osa reírse en el llanto,</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">de quien la quiere desvestir</span>.</span><br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">*</span><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-116642104438346857?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1165062717394080622006-12-02T09:27:00.000-03:002007-03-12T13:11:26.619-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4121/2674/1600/346614/PICT0148bn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4121/2674/320/468425/PICT0148bn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">…</span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">y vuestra sombra, esta noche... ¿que os dice?</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-116506271739408062?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1159841055425042602006-10-02T21:58:00.000-04:002007-03-12T13:12:30.995-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/esc%201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/esc%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" style="text-align: center;"><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >.<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">..<span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">creo que el tiempo es alguien de cara enjuta y pasos hábiles...</span></span><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p> <p class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p> <p class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p> <p class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" style="text-align: center;">.<br /><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-115984105542504260?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1154417245652040002006-08-01T02:12:00.000-04:002007-03-12T13:13:08.926-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/extendidabn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/extendidabn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Deja que el cielo alcance tus manos..</span>.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">^</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-115441724565204000?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1153449855006317822006-07-20T22:40:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:15:47.976-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/plum_edited2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/plum_edited2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">En el Silencio...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">el verdadero encuentro con las palabras</span>.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;">-</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-115344985500631782?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1153102155280409942006-07-16T22:05:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:15:24.431-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/arg1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/arg1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;">.<span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">..Seremos menos "individuos" en cada paso que compartamos...</span><br /><br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); "><span ><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span><br /><br /><span >.</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;"></span></div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-115310215528040994?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1152304645226818632006-07-07T16:32:00.002-04:002012-01-04T11:14:59.098-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/bsa11bn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/bsa11bn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size: 85%; "><span > </span><span style="font-family: verdana; "><span ><span style="font-weight: bold; ">Imagen:</span><span> el reflejo en una especie de espejo de alguien que no necesariamente soy yo</span>.</span><br /><br /><br /><span >.</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-115230464522681863?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1151806201819252592006-07-01T22:05:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:14:22.497-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/humanidad.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/humanidad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><b><br /></b><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><b><span style="font-family: arial; "> ...Tantas personas y tan pocos humanos...</span><br /></b><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-115180620181925259?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1150888659288908952006-06-21T07:11:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:13:55.609-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/bsa14.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/bsa14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span ><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; ">De tanta autocompasión...</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; " >...terminaremos negándonos 3 veces a nosotros mismos...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-115088865928890895?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1150869282104323122006-06-21T00:53:00.002-04:002012-01-04T11:13:27.587-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/lluvia3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/lluvia3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "> <div style="text-align: center;"><span >En la adoración de Sol<br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span > bastaría con besar la flor más cercana de nuestro paisaje terrenal...<br /></span></div> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span><span ><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">y para la Luna... </span><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><span >lograr con los ojos, escuchar el aroma que deja su presencia en nuestro caminar.<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">- El principio de la divinidad -</span><br /></span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-115086928210432312?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1150006150562874862006-06-11T02:03:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:12:55.638-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/dh4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/dh4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"><span >¿El"ser" como la conjugación del existir y el estar?<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-115000615056287486?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1149978873211470332006-06-10T18:30:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:12:25.033-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/bsa2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/bsa2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; ">De existir... Dios sería el principal Poeta Maldito...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></div> <span style="font-family:georgia;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings; font-size: 130%; "><span ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; ">.</span></span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-114997887321147033?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1149916779016216412006-06-10T01:13:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:11:54.155-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/bsa10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/bsa10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;" >El ser se renueva incesantemente en cada despedida que nos hacemos a nosotros mismos mientras viajamos hacia el cuerpo inutil de los miedos. El ser se justifica en el estar, si no, sólo seriamos un instrumento para el sí mismo que es parte de la invension contidiana y deformada de lo que pactamos con el resto.<br /><br /><br /><br />...<br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-114991677901621641?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1149625488574977942006-06-06T15:42:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:11:31.907-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/music2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/music2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;">Música que iguala a la lágrima...<br /><br /></span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"><span >...en el fallecimiento de las manos sobre las teclas... una nota es un punto suspensivo...<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-114962548857497794?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1149463122238315882006-06-04T19:16:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:11:14.472-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/Puente18%20y%20medio.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/Puente18%20y%20medio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span ><br />¿A qué le tienes miedo?<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-114946312223831588?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1149059674558761672006-05-31T02:58:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:10:58.667-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/PICT0156bn%20copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/PICT0156bn%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'lucida grande'; " class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 100%; " ><br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'lucida grande'; " class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;" >Escuchar el cigarro consumirse, el baile de las llamas ante la provocación de la madera, la poesía del contacto de las manos con el cuerpo, o lo que nuestra propia respiración enuncia...<br />Puede ser el primer paso para escuchar el verdadero ritmo de nuestra alma contemplativa y serena...<br /></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;font-family:lucida grande;"> <div style="text-align: right;"><span ><span style="font-size: 100%; ">(… algo así como nuestra propia canción.)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span> </span></span><br /></span></div> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span ><span><br />Desde el silencio encontrar los sonidos...</span><span> </span></span><span><span ><span><br />y tararear con los ojos lo que de ellos aprendimos...</span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /></span></div> <div style="font-family: lucida grande;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-114905967455876167?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1148605707701241492006-05-25T21:00:00.002-04:002012-01-04T11:10:13.979-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/bsbn%20copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/bsbn%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;" >¿Cuantos insectos venenosos han de seguir naciendo de las mentes inconscientes, dueñas de gran parte del mundo???<br /></span></div> <span ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Para los buscadores de verdades...</span><br /></span> </span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"><span ><span style="font-family: georgia;">propongo buscar en el basurero más cercano...</span><br /><br /></span> </span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-114860570770124149?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1148012258460813892006-05-19T00:13:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:09:52.749-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/PICT0082cpoi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/PICT0082cpoi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; font-family: 'times new roman'; "> <div style="text-align: left; "><span ><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 100%; ">Se ofrecen palabras sin demanda…<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 100%; ">Guardadas en el fondo del sótano colectivo…<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 100%; ">Aniquiladas mientras buscaban su propia razón de ser...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 100%; ">Renacidas en el olvido y reconfiguradas en el sentimiento oculto…<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 100%; ">Fantaseadas, imaginadas y vividas…<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%; "><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'times new roman'; "><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; ">Se ofrecen para aprender a callarlas… y decirlas con la mirada…</span></span></span></span><br /></div> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-size: 100%; "><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-114801225846081389?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1147753054790054472006-05-16T00:03:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:09:24.406-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/PICT0205nk%20copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/PICT0205nk%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span ><span style="font-size: 85%; "><br /></span> </span><div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Tantas doctrinas tan humanitarias...!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></div> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;" ><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span ><span style="font-size: 100%; "> ...y aún no conseguimos aceptar al "otro" que no lleva nuestros ojos...</span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-114775305479005447?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1147657753250200172006-05-14T21:36:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:08:50.235-03:00<a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/PICT0009bn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/PICT0009bn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; " class="RTE"><span >Para no morir en el pensamiento...</span></div><span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span > </span></span></span><div class="RTE"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span ><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "> Propongo limpiar las cenizas acumuladas...</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">en aquellos ceniceros enfriados,</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">dejar de mirar los agujeros...</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "> en las frases nunca dichas...</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">y comenzar a plantar con la risa...</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">la magia de una mirada querida...</span><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><span >delicadamente diseñada.</span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-114765775325020017?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1147585612865993282006-05-14T01:41:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:08:28.133-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/rb%3F%3F%3F%3F288%20copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/rb%3F%3F%3F%3F288%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span ><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "><br />Discursos Politicamente Correctos...</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">Discursos Prefabricados...</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">Discursos Politicamente Incorrectos...</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">Discursos Artificialmente Decorados...</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">Discursos Robados...</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">Discursos Reconfigurados...</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">Discursos sin Contenido...</span><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "><span >Discursos Dulcemente Amargados.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-114758561286599328?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1147478593908149892006-05-12T19:49:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:08:10.616-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/bn%20copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/bn%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;">Cerrar los ojos y caminar...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;">encontrar nuevos paisajes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;">y los silencios que nos hablan de las estrellas y del alma...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;">Caminar con los ojos cerrados...</span><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"><span >y saber a donde vas...<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-114747859390814989?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1146980723326918092006-05-07T01:39:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:07:40.462-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/farol%204%20copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/farol%204%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%; "><span ><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">No sólo hay en la distancia algo más que mil conceptos... </span><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><span >sino que existe en las palabras mucho menos que lo cierto.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> </span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-114698072332691809?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1146853025893151872006-05-05T13:52:00.001-04:002012-01-04T11:07:12.159-03:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/banca%202%20y%20medio%20copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/banca%202%20y%20medio%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%; " >El tema de la identidad nos rodea y nos invade, nos presiona, nos afirma, nos modela y nos engaña.<span> </span>Su significado no responde a la pregunta del "¿quien soy yo?", sino que se elabora a partir de la reflexión de "¿quien soy yo frente a ti?" "¿quien soy yo contigo?" “¿quien soy yo sin ti?” “¿que soy yo, que no seas tu?" “¿que soy yo para ti?”"¿que soy yo en este grupo?" "¿que es el grupo en mi?" "¿quien está allá?" "¿Quien está acá?"...<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;" >En fin... de preguntas nos humanizamos... y ciertamente se entiende que…. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%; " >…. sin ti... yo nunca seré.</span></p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-114685302589315187?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25571056.post-1146363342541134672006-04-29T22:01:00.002-04:002012-01-04T11:06:21.527-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/1600/PICT0064_edited.0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4121/2674/320/PICT0064_edited.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "><b><span >En la representacion de lo que llamamos vida<br />nos encontramos con un infinito horizonte, un riel solitario que apenas aprendio a soñar, y un conjunto de piedras que sólo logran recordarnos cuanto duele caer...<br />De los silencios que tengo,<br />veo una hoja nacer. </span></b><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25571056-114636334254113467?l=annzcg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>¿Quien Eres?http://www.blogger.com/profile/00453241220637538192noreply@blogger.com3