tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314340142011-07-28T16:11:57.541-07:00A veces estamos solos bajo la lluvia, todos juntos nos mojamos bajo la temible soledad de las calles, de las luces, de los árboles.vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-29920531917467312132007-10-11T18:44:00.000-07:002007-10-11T19:27:51.063-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Esta tarde</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">las luces</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">del parque</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">el tiempo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">corroe</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">el mar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">el acantilado</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">los corazones</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">mis manos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tus manos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">esperan</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">silenciosas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">el tiempo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de amar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en las playas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">la neblina</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">como hiere</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">el mar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">como hiere</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">el invierno</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">el rostro </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de los</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">solitarios</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">es alegría</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">es melancolía</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">siempre</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">es Lima</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de los </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">malecones.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Los versos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">guardados</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en un cajón</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de madera</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de lágrimas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">también,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">intactas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">las penas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">del mundo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">un ciego</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en el rincón</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de la plaza</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hay momentos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que sueño</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Barranco</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sus casas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">las calles</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">los bares</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ténues</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en la garúa</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">el camino</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en tranvía</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">solo dura</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">15 minutos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Caminar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">desde Magdalena</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">caminar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en el dolor</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en cada</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">esquina</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">existe</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">un dolor</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">el sol</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que se oculta</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">las piedras</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que caen</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">por cada temblor</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">todos los años</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">vienen</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">modelos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">fashion girls</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">damas de compañia</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">el horror</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en discotecas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ayer vi</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">los muertos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">salir</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">reservados</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sus derechos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de admisión</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">reservados</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sus derechos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de lastimar.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Puente</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Villena</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">guachimán</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">prohibe</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">salvarse</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">prohibido morir</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">un horror controlado</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nadie entiende</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">la belleza</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de la muerte</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">los payasos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">parque Salazar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">fumar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en la bruma</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">los policias</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">golpean los borrachos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que bailan</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">con su paso</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ebrio pero</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hermoso</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no queda más</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sufrir en silencio</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">esconderse</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en las calles</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en la faz</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de la luna</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">su reflejo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en el mar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de Lima</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">se distinguen</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">los rostros</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de cada uno</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de nuestros</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">corazones.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-2992053191746731213?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-88826252787972275122007-06-23T20:52:00.000-07:002007-06-23T20:55:07.438-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No lo sabes<br />pero estoy atento<br />hasta cuando prendes<br />el ultimo cigarrillo<br />en la ultima noche<br /><br />Hasta cuando bajas<br />por ultima vez<br />del carro<br />y no miras atras<br />y solo observas el mar<br />mientras yo escapo<br />avergonzado<br />con la neblina<br />de Jacaranda.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-8882625278797227512?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-37947592211864250512007-03-26T20:10:00.000-07:002007-03-26T20:37:31.846-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ajeno soy</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">del amor</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">así como</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">los que</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">rien</span><br />lo son<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de la bruma</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y el mar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">del</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">acantilado.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-3794759221186425051?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1173765359697764132007-03-12T23:52:00.000-07:002007-03-13T00:00:03.936-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Admiro<br /><br />tu palido<br /><br />rostro<br /><br />de invierno<br /><br />pero no se<br /><br />como hacer<br /><br />para enredarme<br /><br />en el mar<br /><br />de tus </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">cabellos.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-117376535969776413?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1165860137555193832006-12-11T10:00:00.000-08:002010-05-11T07:12:39.052-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>A<i> luchito hernandez</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div>El mar del sur</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">la sal</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y tu dolor</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que atravieza</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">las paredes</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">suavemente</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sòlo tù </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en el mar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">del sur.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tù sabes</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que solo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">escondes </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">el mar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">del acantilado</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">solo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en el corazòn.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-116586013755519383?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1165860006616037482006-12-11T09:57:00.000-08:002006-12-11T10:00:06.633-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Callas de silencio</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en silencio</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cualquier melodia</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de cualquier noche</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de verano.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-116586000661603748?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1165288550285099452006-12-04T19:02:00.000-08:002010-05-11T07:14:09.739-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Estoy sólo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">bajo la lluvia</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no de las gentes</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no de las risas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ellos sobran</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ni siquiera del amor</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">es otra soledad</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">esa misma </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que pocos beben</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">aquella que rompe</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">las paredes</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que rasga</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">las cortinas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y se posa</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">muy cerca </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a nuestros</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pechos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">es aquella,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">y somos pocos</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">los escogidos,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que se transforma</span><br />implacablemente<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en el temor </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de no sonreir</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hasta en el dia</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">más alegre</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de verano.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-116528855028509945?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1162399455645533712006-11-01T08:40:00.000-08:002006-11-01T08:44:15.646-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/1600/eielson-pajaro-amarillo.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/320/eielson-pajaro-amarillo.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-116239945564553371?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1158272468453279972006-09-14T15:12:00.000-07:002006-09-14T15:24:52.630-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">........<span style="font-size:100%;">i</span><span style="font-size:180%;">ii</span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;">I</span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span>murmullo<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.................</span>caracoles<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.......</span>asi,<span style="color:#ffffff;">.............</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">..............</span>tus dedos<span style="color:#ffffff;">...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.........</span>de cenizas<br /><br /><br /><br />atraviezan<span style="color:#ffffff;">.............................</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.............................</span>el silencio<br />la soledad<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.................</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.............................</span>soledad que dejaron<br />las mariposas al vuelo<span style="color:#ffffff;">.............................</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.............................</span>mariposa hermitaña<br /><br /><br />jamás te volveré<span style="color:#ffffff;">..........................</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.......................</span>a ver volando<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">........................................</span>hacía mi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115827246845327997?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1158257426910265972006-09-14T11:08:00.000-07:002006-09-14T15:03:43.106-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">II</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">siempre</div><div align="center"><br />guardo algo</div><div align="center"><br />para no tener </div><div align="center"><br />nada que esconder </div><div align="center"><br /><br />guardo </div><div align="center"><br />como arroyo silente </div><div align="center"><br />tu recuerdo </div><div align="center"><br />límpido rayo de sol</div><div align="center"><br /><br />tu recuerdo</div><div align="center"><br />ya no lo guardo más.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115825742691026597?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1158030026243542022006-09-11T19:57:00.000-07:002006-09-12T19:58:49.476-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/1600/P1000366.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/200/P1000366.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Te encontraré</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en el acantilado</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">jugando con las piedras</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">jugando entre la bruma</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">desnuda </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de cualquier </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">amor.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115803002624354202?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1157509043382218092006-09-05T19:01:00.000-07:002006-09-11T19:41:30.470-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tu pelo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tus pestañas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">toda tu</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">me encabritas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hacia el vacio</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de lo imposible</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">con tus ojos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que miran</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y no me miran</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que me atan</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que desatan</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">porque saben</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no soy capaz</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de tocarte</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ni de escribirte</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">los más audazes</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">versos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sin temer</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que algún</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">día</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">me derrames</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">suavemente</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">lentamente</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">como el vino.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115750904338221809?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1155769122552051182006-08-16T15:55:00.000-07:002006-08-16T16:00:31.136-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/1600/poesiapajaroclst.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/320/poesiapajaroclst.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Jorge Eduardo Eielson (1924 - 2006). </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115576912255205118?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1155665612940345152006-08-15T11:08:00.000-07:002006-09-12T20:13:22.200-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">El beso sucede</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cuando el cuerpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">agonizante</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de hoja</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tierna,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en su despertar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">junto al roble</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">al caer desde</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">la rama,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">comparte su humedad</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y la agonia</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">con la tierra</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que la vio nacer</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y que ahora</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">reclama.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115566561294034515?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1155090082538048422006-08-08T19:16:00.000-07:002006-08-08T19:27:04.953-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/1600/fumanchu.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/320/fumanchu.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nosotros los militares </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">aún usamos el método</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">del Fu-Man-Chu </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">antes de cada partido.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115509008253804842?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1154905384936843172006-08-06T15:55:00.000-07:002006-09-12T20:16:00.963-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dos amantes se besan sobre el callejón desnudo y apagado.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A lo lejos el anciano recoge papeles olvidados</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">llanto de a ratos silencioso</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de a ratos solitario.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Los niños que alguna vez rondaron, cesan carcajadas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y se acurrucan hipnotizados bajo la agonizante</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">luz del poste.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Los autos continuan su cortejo, bailan alrededor</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">como espectros vigilantes, sin rumbo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Insomnia. Los habitantes persiguen sus propias sombras.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Demacrados, siempre ciegos esperando</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">la belleza temeraria de la muerte.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115490538493684317?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1154904389097335592006-08-06T15:39:00.000-07:002006-08-06T15:53:49.910-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/1600/gala.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/320/gala.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Los niños no pueden defenderse<br />de su propia crueldad. Cuando<br />extienden sus brazos hacia ti,<br />ellos quieren que los rescates<br />de sí mismos.<br />!Déjalos venir! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><strong>Gosta Agren</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">copyright by EKA</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115490438909733559?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1154819931374701192006-08-05T16:03:00.000-07:002006-08-05T16:30:00.196-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/1600/1153617881_f.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/320/1153617881_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Se trataba del tiempo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">del frenesí: de la pasión</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">perdida </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y que buscas fijamente </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en las calles que inventas </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">con el paso de los días </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">En tu cabeza </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">o en una farola </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que no se siente ajena </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">al invierno de allá afuera</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Y que no sabes </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y que no pudiste </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">explicar </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cómo es que fuiste a parar </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en este terrorífico y desorganizado lenguaje </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que nadie lo entiende </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que tú no entendías </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tenía que pasar todo esto</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">para que la primera lágrima </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">se convierta en la última </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She´s a good girl </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Vanessa Contreras, 22 años,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">estudiante de psicología.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115481993137470119?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1154659445617713882006-08-03T19:28:00.000-07:002006-08-03T19:44:05.653-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Estaba ahí</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">acorralado en el ruedo de los curiosos. Sus garras</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">escarbaban inútilmente el cemento de la vereda,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> y sangraban. No avanzaba,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sólo esponjaba y contraía su cuerpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> según su miedo. Y con su hocico,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">rosado y móvil, husmeaba,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> lejos de sus oscuras galerías,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">el aire soleado de los hombres.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Jamás habíamos visto un topo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Habían capturado un mito, un animal</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de bestiario. Por eso</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nuestra mente demoraba, se estremecía,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> no podía creer</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que bajo la realidad estridente del sol</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hubiera otro animal</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> de carne lastimada como la nuestra.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong> José Watanabe</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115465944561771388?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1153875510375731622006-07-25T17:53:00.000-07:002006-07-26T07:40:32.030-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tú que siempre caes,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">como averiguar si existes?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No existo dijo ella</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">yo soy Dios o Alejandra</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">creo en el amor y no en las relaciones</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">solamente quiero un helado</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> para siempre caer</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> para siempre caer </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> para siempre caer</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sólo quiero cerciorarme,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tocarte- dije yo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ver tus ojos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">salir de paseo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">escribirte en servilletas...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">olvídalo dijo ella</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pocas veces puedes</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">encontrar gente como yo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pero tú, iluso,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ni siquiera eres capaz</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de encontrarte</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a ti mismo.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115387551037573162?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1153704045568923442006-07-23T18:14:00.000-07:002006-07-23T18:20:45.570-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/1600/navegante%20en%20bicicleta.1.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/320/navegante%20en%20bicicleta.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115370404556892344?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1153624439577334752006-07-22T20:02:00.000-07:002006-07-23T18:08:36.736-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hoy salí a pintar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">la noche en short</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y en bicicleta</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">la bruma helada</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">como que organizaba</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">la bien venida</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a su hijo predilecto</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">YO que soy alérgico</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">LORATADINA</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no solo al amor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sino a mi</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">mismo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nunca más te desabrigues</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hijo mio</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y menos en bicicleta</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pues ahora no lo sabes:</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">lo que tienes</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en el rostro</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no solo es fluido,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tambien es llanto. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115362443957733475?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1153622917694346492006-07-22T19:45:00.000-07:002006-07-22T19:48:37.700-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Muy correcto Shelley, de smoking blanco y corbata lila. En el alma llevaba a la estrella Sirio, al Sol, a los grandes planetas y una soledad impecable.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> Shelley Alvarez</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115362291769434649?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1153512550903473102006-07-21T13:06:00.000-07:002006-07-21T13:10:26.183-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Tristeza nao tem fim, felicidade sim" <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/1600/dibujo2.jpg"></a></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tom Jobim</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115351255090347310?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1153501632962733572006-07-21T10:05:00.000-07:002006-07-22T17:50:31.260-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/1600/victoryflor.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5668/3401/320/victoryflor.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115350163296273357?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1153498805785155402006-07-21T09:19:00.000-07:002006-07-21T09:20:05.796-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">La noche ahoga los gemidos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">inconfundibles de los amantes</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">como el sonido de una hoja seca</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">muriendo en el barro.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115349880578515540?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31434014.post-1153449734482205542006-07-20T19:38:00.000-07:002006-07-20T19:42:14.490-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Como haces para</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">aparecer y desaparecer</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">del tiempo </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">aun cuando </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">el dia no ha empezado </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y ya se puede ver </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tu mirada, a lo lejos </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">atravezando </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">los minutos? </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31434014-115344973448220554?l=lagotadelluvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>vichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16309585786245951512noreply@blogger.com1