tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57235130665301109472011-04-21T13:40:41.997-07:00Celiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14883078549474651076noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723513066530110947.post-41815041993855026392009-02-15T08:47:00.001-08:002009-02-15T08:47:17.748-08:00<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cmanuelrodriguez/3281903602/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3452/3281903602_d0787dff1a.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cmanuelrodriguez/3281903602/"></a>, originalmente cargada por <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/cmanuelrodriguez/">C Manuel</a>.</span></div><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723513066530110947-4181504199385502639?l=barricadaytrinchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14883078549474651076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723513066530110947.post-5700741866993089272009-01-22T15:34:00.000-08:002009-01-22T16:11:37.617-08:00ese viento quema<br />ese clima arde<br />ese frio mata<br />ese abrigo fino<br />ese niño grita<br />ese hombre llora<br />ese nuevo habitante<br />ese negro afortunado<br />ese rio fastuoso<br />ese signo interrogando<br />ese sueño negado<br />ese vato sesea<br />esa ese suena<br />ese destino perdido<br />ese o ese<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723513066530110947-570074186699308927?l=barricadaytrinchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14883078549474651076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723513066530110947.post-53889261345764520352009-01-16T05:08:00.000-08:002009-01-16T05:18:39.844-08:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Alguien me dice:</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" > -Dios anduvo sobre</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" > el mar-.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Un ave se detiene con propiedad</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >en el rio Sena,</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >y ahora todos se preguntan</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >¿sera Dios una gaviota blanca de pico naranja?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723513066530110947-5388926134576452035?l=barricadaytrinchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14883078549474651076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723513066530110947.post-78245648669440583642008-12-06T22:44:00.001-08:002008-12-06T22:47:39.332-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Ah<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">ora el frío es</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> una pregunta abierta,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">invierno porteño,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">primera despedida,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">viajes intensos,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">ensayos públicos,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">puerto de piratas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">nos queremos ir con los nuestros</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">aunque todos ya se hayan ido.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Todos siempre se estan yendo de aqui.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723513066530110947-7824564866944058364?l=barricadaytrinchera.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Celiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14883078549474651076noreply@blogger.com1