tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333570352009-12-07T19:23:10.176-02:00inestable.cominehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-87472752841353015972009-12-07T19:22:00.000-02:002009-12-07T19:23:10.186-02:00extraño la era bloginehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-20791634858894493182009-02-08T00:30:00.001-02:002009-02-08T00:30:41.234-02:00backinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-22521551068795236452007-08-21T23:02:00.000-03:002007-08-22T00:09:30.239-03:00cosas que pasan mientras uno picotea la fuente de milanesas:- cuál es el rabanito?- ese- y por qué está en rodajas y no en cubitos?- porque justamente el nombre es *rabanito*.inehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-65468762203447943652007-08-21T02:16:00.000-03:002007-08-21T02:19:08.925-03:00programa para viernes a la nocheme gustaría que el viernes a la nochevengas a casame gustaría que nos sentemos en el balcónusemos las sillas blancas de plásticoy apoyemos los pies en la baranda(podríamos estar descalzos o en medias)me gustaría que prendamos un porroy vos demores en devolverlodespués nos pongamos un poco más calientes:en vez de estar sentados en las sillasvos estés acostado en el piso boca arribay yo sobre inehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-13905605694432087452007-08-16T20:06:00.001-03:002008-12-10T23:44:36.262-02:00blue/ drowsyinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-4176635153881540752007-08-16T19:14:00.000-03:002007-08-16T20:27:20.307-03:00hello stranger / querida amiga[ un mail escrito en mvd en junio 2007 ] yo estoy muy feliz, sí muy feliz. deben ser los astros, la vida, el amor, las ganas, en fin, sea lo que sea, yo doy gracias.doy gracias porque corresponde, porque la vida se lo merece, porque es lo mínimo que puedo hacer.lo mínimo que puedo hacer, quiero decir, que puedo decirle, es que la extraño.que la extraño y que me gustaría verla.me gustaría verla inehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-29592643721885730042007-08-16T18:43:00.000-03:002008-12-10T23:44:36.496-02:00what do we talk about when we talk about love?inehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-2672415691047849552007-08-14T21:30:00.000-03:002007-08-15T03:41:32.855-03:00oasis"(...) buscar y saber quién y qué, en medio del infierno, no es infierno, y hacer que dure, y dejarle espacio."Las ciudades invisibles, Italo Calvino.inehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-26433371049951609222007-08-11T04:51:00.000-03:002007-08-16T19:31:59.899-03:00.quisiera querer nadaasí todo sería* yapa*inehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-70452555149524352362007-08-10T04:53:00.000-03:002008-12-10T23:44:36.697-02:00Yastála frescura interiorinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-12841492918114651382007-08-01T22:11:00.000-03:002008-12-10T23:44:37.084-02:00.inehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-76106751566829707542007-08-01T20:33:00.000-03:002007-08-01T20:34:27.218-03:00despiértamecuando pase el temblorinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-71179181005744492932007-07-17T11:32:00.000-03:002008-12-10T23:44:37.250-02:00.optimización de recursosalso calledlucidez inehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-29916350958735917862007-07-15T05:28:00.000-03:002007-07-15T19:45:39.842-03:00facttoo much love could kill youor at least leave you unemployed.inehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-81430368536652782492007-07-09T21:07:00.000-03:002008-12-10T23:44:37.749-02:00.speaking of the snow...inehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-2118082925616435532007-07-05T19:38:00.000-03:002007-08-16T19:34:41.561-03:00. 24inehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-80930902524283278532007-06-27T23:33:00.000-03:002007-06-27T23:37:28.684-03:00sentimentalPonho-me a escrever teu nomecom letras de macarrao.No prato, a sopa esfria, cheia de escamase debruçados na mesa todos contemplanesse romantico trabalho.Desgraçadamente falta uma letra,uma letra somentepara acabar teu nome!-Esta sonhando? Olhe que a sopa esfria!Eu estava sonhando...E há em todas as conscienciasum cartaz amarelo:"Neste país e proibido sonhar."Carlos Drummond de Andradeinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-56227761409492380772007-06-25T20:52:00.000-03:002008-12-10T23:44:37.910-02:00inehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-50792000388131519302007-06-23T23:38:00.000-03:002007-06-25T05:05:02.375-03:00smooth"y la nieve...y si te duermes en la nieveno sientes venir la muerte" let meshovelyour snowfromour doorway,babylet mewhisperin your ear:don't fallasleepsmoothie,justletmeinto inehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-30510860925575317362007-06-22T00:21:00.000-03:002007-06-24T00:56:52.133-03:00...que no quede intacto ni un poro en la batalla...enamoradade todos,todosy cada unode tus poroste llenaríade salivatodos,unopor unotus porosllevaríacon mi narizla nochea todosto-dostus poroscuando pasomi narizpor cada píxel de tu pielcomo un animalitome conectás conmi instintocon lo primitivoy llevola nochea ese agujeritoque esen escenciaeste, tu poroy aquel otrotambién tuyotus porosmis porostusinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-79358645454812851882007-06-21T21:56:00.001-03:002007-06-21T22:00:48.194-03:00thursday, i´m in loveinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-50223745984851052032007-06-14T21:58:00.000-03:002007-06-14T22:06:25.282-03:00nosotros, existenciales del orto-no sé, supongo que ya nos van a caer las fichas de la vida moderna-qué fichas qué moderna qué tableroinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-11001660991262661192007-06-09T04:06:00.000-03:002008-12-10T23:44:38.591-02:00l'enfance4amun viernesque podría serany given viernesmary janesin janiswintertime(no, justamenteel chiste es eseque no seasummertime)dartacánatos, porthos y aramísuno para todos y todos para uno!el amor de dartacánes para julietael hombre de su valory su corazóndartacán, dartacánel de los mosqueperros..pippi medias largaspippi pippilangstrum!viktualiarodaldinalongstockingswedish versiondejate de jodery inehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-44335591710116967272007-06-02T18:28:00.000-03:002007-06-02T18:35:56.000-03:00An afternoon As he writes, without looking at the sea,he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble.The tide is going out across the shingle.But it isn't that. No,it's because at that moment she choosesto walk into the room without any clothes on.Drowsy, not even sure where she isfor a moment. She waves the hair from her forehead.Sits on the toilet with her eyes closed,head down. Legs sprawled. He sees inehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33357035.post-7151715269668873192007-05-19T02:59:00.000-03:002007-05-19T03:07:40.156-03:00a veces pienso, que no estoy nada bien de la cabezay otras, que en otra vida fui un ombú.inehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05616577624192528058noreply@blogger.com9