tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154057282012-01-27T20:40:30.498-08:00La verdad se convierte en mentira y la mentira miente ¿te sientes fuerte'' cerebro inamovibleluis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.comBlogger661100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-72606158413855794872012-01-27T20:40:00.000-08:002012-01-27T20:40:30.507-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Noche nerviosa</i></b></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ENDb9MhJYLE/TyN5zS14uBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/e9uc4AqxKes/s1600/cruz.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ENDb9MhJYLE/TyN5zS14uBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/e9uc4AqxKes/s200/cruz.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>sudor inquieto</i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>abortando instantes</i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>mientras esa luz</i></b></span><br /><div class="separator" dir="rtl" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AolZ0YwzIhE/TyN4D5pAaeI/AAAAAAAAATI/5HO5kaFGBFk/s1600/OLVIDO+EN+CRUZ2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>excomulga el aullid</i></b></span><b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>o del silencio</i></b><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AolZ0YwzIhE/TyN4D5pAaeI/AAAAAAAAATI/5HO5kaFGBFk/s1600/OLVIDO+EN+CRUZ2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AolZ0YwzIhE/TyN4D5pAaeI/AAAAAAAAATI/5HO5kaFGBFk/s320/OLVIDO+EN+CRUZ2.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>solo vimos brillar</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>la oscuraluz</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>que nos encandilaba</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>pero no nos confundia</i></b></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></b></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></b></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></b></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>creo que murio</i></b></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>justo y exactamente</i></b></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>...cuando mas se necesitaba</i></b><br /><b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></b><br /><b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>a si mismo</i></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-7260615841385579487?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0Transylvania Motorway, Gilău, Rumania46.59982189999999 23.6690720000000346.48176639999999 23.41834850000003 46.717877399999985 23.919795500000028tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-42573722348803393132012-01-17T22:05:00.000-08:002012-01-17T22:07:40.983-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgAhb8Wlxo/TxZgLva0H5I/AAAAAAAAASY/uhkJXRPGnAk/s1600/mistica.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgAhb8Wlxo/TxZgLva0H5I/AAAAAAAAASY/uhkJXRPGnAk/s320/mistica.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Ilusión</i></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>&nbsp;</i></b></span><span style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>mórbida</i></b></span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>que&nbsp;desolla&nbsp;la piel</i></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>inconclusa e indiferente</i></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1BWCsMyho0/TxZf95KAodI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZBxYfJPz6Io/s1600/sangre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1BWCsMyho0/TxZf95KAodI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZBxYfJPz6Io/s200/sangre.jpg" width="135" /></a><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>en tu espacio&nbsp;</i></b></span><span style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>corpóreo</i></b></span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>y que nunca termino de palpar</i></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>confundiéndome</i></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>&nbsp;entre sombras</i></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>espectrales</i></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>precipitándome</i></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>&nbsp;hacia el cielo</i></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>que se burla y me ilumina</i></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>en el abismo de tu luz.</i></b></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-4257372234880339313?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com012016 Peveragno Cuneo, Italia44.3216999 7.63281840000001944.2523094 7.591930400000019 44.391090399999996 7.673706400000019tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-3865772967925747002012-01-17T21:27:00.000-08:002012-01-17T21:31:55.270-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WKJbF5P2u1c/TxZVAOkYI1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/9AkD0otTN90/s1600/IMAGEN_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WKJbF5P2u1c/TxZVAOkYI1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/9AkD0otTN90/s200/IMAGEN_2.JPG" width="133" /></a><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Soñarte</i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>no me conformaba</i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>tenerte</i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>era demasiado</i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>sentirte</i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>era mi anestesia</i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>me aliviaba</i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>fundidos en un todo &nbsp;</i></b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><br /><br /><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>que formabamos</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>una&nbsp;adicción&nbsp;paralela</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTUi4elw3zs/TxZWdHdvXtI/AAAAAAAAASA/0h5_farPOuc/s1600/100_3064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTUi4elw3zs/TxZWdHdvXtI/AAAAAAAAASA/0h5_farPOuc/s200/100_3064.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">fundidos en un todo..</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br />tranquilizándome</i></b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>en espera del final inicial</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br />o quizas el principio del fin</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>...de esta&nbsp;consecución&nbsp;de años &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</i></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-386577296792574700?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com052037 Sansepolcro Arezzo, Italia43.598619751045824 12.14440636718745743.53548125104582 12.060693867187457 43.661758251045825 12.228118867187458tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-80011174255761281282012-01-17T17:36:00.000-08:002012-01-17T17:38:51.920-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVi6dP0x1kI/TxYgWqRIAHI/AAAAAAAAARo/EKAsRWqRpQk/s1600/F1140011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVi6dP0x1kI/TxYgWqRIAHI/AAAAAAAAARo/EKAsRWqRpQk/s400/F1140011.JPG" width="400" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">Tu insolente letania</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">conversa ternuras</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">carentes de sueños</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">incinerados</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">vulgarmente olvidados</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">en este cuerpo vacio</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">donde solo tu eco</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">habita como oracion</span></em></strong></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gnH3wKTGggA/TxYgldHQWlI/AAAAAAAAARw/iafzIb6IWbQ/s1600/F1140011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gnH3wKTGggA/TxYgldHQWlI/AAAAAAAAARw/iafzIb6IWbQ/s320/F1140011.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><strong><em></em></strong><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">...eva&nbsp; por&nbsp;&nbsp; hada</blockquote></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-8001117425576128128?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0Unison, Norte, Ciudad Obregón, SON, México27.5038759 -109.9298686000000227.5035664 -109.93034610000002 27.5041854 -109.92939110000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-47996460661773632762011-12-16T21:54:00.000-08:002011-12-16T21:54:54.261-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_hJQr1qxaE8/TuwuXTXcR3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/NcCLap1wawA/s1600/angelica3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_hJQr1qxaE8/TuwuXTXcR3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/NcCLap1wawA/s320/angelica3.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>...&nbsp;simetrías</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>que no concuerdan</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>compleja mente&nbsp;prohibido</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>por el momento</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>del espacio-tiempo</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>de momento</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>donde la caída</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>pierde altura</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>...por momentos.</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(Bunbury-Cardiel- Gavotto)</i></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-4799646066177363276?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0Sonora, México29.450407097403755 -110.9461157750000726.351674597403754 -114.26052777500007 32.54913959740375 -107.63170377500006tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-6319054915467975872011-12-10T17:39:00.000-08:002011-12-10T17:39:58.089-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>soportame</i></b></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7SUDh_2j3o/TuQJBTPIECI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nl_uQJBjBoM/s1600/LUISG..JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7SUDh_2j3o/TuQJBTPIECI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nl_uQJBjBoM/s200/LUISG..JPG" width="133" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_iW146NSg4/TJ2gXKqSVVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oFwZZCeEe44/s1600/F1180003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_iW146NSg4/TJ2gXKqSVVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oFwZZCeEe44/s320/F1180003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>ahora...</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Si es que soy soportable</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>revisteme con tu dosis de incienso</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>transmutame</i></b></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JmPozQjAi30/Ti51YFDHgqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MhJNppSD-UM/s1600/eterno+instante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JmPozQjAi30/Ti51YFDHgqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MhJNppSD-UM/s200/eterno+instante.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>instruyeme</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>en el arte inocuo de sentir.</i></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-631905491546797587?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0Katmandú 44600, Nepal27.702871 85.31824400000005-35.231632000000005 -34.21300599999995 90.0 -155.15050599999995tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-32203991183519212632011-12-09T22:40:00.000-08:002011-12-09T22:40:35.209-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>Aqui como allá</b></i></span></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>sólo pasa</b></i></span></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>lo que no pasa</b></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>&nbsp;&nbsp; quizás diferente</b></i></span></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yvsXNEddEP0/TuL9smWLjkI/AAAAAAAAALA/bVNC6H5l_Ac/s1600/angelica+9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yvsXNEddEP0/TuL9smWLjkI/AAAAAAAAALA/bVNC6H5l_Ac/s320/angelica+9.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>pero en su esencia</b></i></span></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>parecido</b></i></span></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>similar.</b></i></span></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>Aquí como allá</b></i></span></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>lo unico que no cambia</b></i></span></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>es que todo cambia</b></i></span></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>y a nosotros</b></i></span></span></div><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>¿cuando nos toca?</b></i></span></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>Aquí no es alla</b></i></span></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>allá no es aquí...</b></i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0ugR_B8Gm8/TuL98xQB8wI/AAAAAAAAALI/TVXf4OL4znA/s1600/F1100028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0ugR_B8Gm8/TuL98xQB8wI/AAAAAAAAALI/TVXf4OL4znA/s200/F1100028.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><i><b>&nbsp;</b></i></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-3220399118351921263?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0México23.634501 -102.5527839999999714.542393500000001 -118.38928849999998 32.7266085 -86.71627949999997tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-9984496188607529822011-12-05T18:29:00.000-08:002011-12-05T18:33:45.041-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">la&nbsp; oscuridad&nbsp; parece &nbsp;tan&nbsp; clara</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">mientras&nbsp; la noche&nbsp; desaparece.</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gcb9Ii06gmc/Tt19IuHOxdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cItji2-S3ik/s1600/F1140009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gcb9Ii06gmc/Tt19IuHOxdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cItji2-S3ik/s400/F1140009.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Luna&nbsp; que&nbsp; refleja&nbsp; mis&nbsp; deseos</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">cuando&nbsp; la&nbsp;&nbsp;<span style="background-color: black;">nnoche</span> ...de mis&nbsp; perjuicios</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">se&nbsp; desvanece.</span></em></strong><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WNLIF1VDOE/Tt187qMfVlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/QuCFm308lLc/s1600/F1140005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WNLIF1VDOE/Tt187qMfVlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/QuCFm308lLc/s320/F1140005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-998449618860752982?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0Sonora, México29.067019824446074 -110.9461157750000725.968287324446074 -114.26052777500007 32.165752324446075 -107.63170377500006tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-28532101983016671672011-11-19T00:45:00.000-08:002011-11-19T00:45:22.197-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">aquí estoy</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">desafiando mis temores infantiles</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">solo entonces podre disfrutar</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">de un placer adulto</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">en este instante que necesito</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">tu espacio</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">y quizás en otro momento </span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIcXxyKlnaM/TsdroHDR8tI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_SSC0bfYGU4/s1600/F1180005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIcXxyKlnaM/TsdroHDR8tI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_SSC0bfYGU4/s320/F1180005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right">...<strong><em><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">tu vació</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-2853210198301667167?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-15302533160526285562011-11-01T23:56:00.000-07:002011-11-01T23:58:15.733-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKGYRptn-z4/TrDoJNEG2UI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LxqIis5PfWY/s1600/100_4924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKGYRptn-z4/TrDoJNEG2UI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LxqIis5PfWY/s200/100_4924.JPG" width="200" /></a>&nbsp;<strong><em>Me degrado en noviembre</em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>atrofia muscular</em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>impaciente paciente</em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>disfrazada de salud</em></strong></div><strong><em>normales sugestiones</em></strong><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>complejidades ...atribuybles</em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>inertes</em></strong></div><strong><em>y durmientes como noviembre</em></strong><br /><strong><em>aproximandome al tiempo</em></strong><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>para dejar sentir al espíritu</em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>deambulando entre ellos</em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>este y aquel...confundidos</em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>en un estilo mediatico</em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>ahora que solo procuro </em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>una hora sin dolor</em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>cerrando los parpados</em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>haciéndose noche</em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbOCrn77RkU/TrDn7uWZA2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5MBu-UjuJH8/s1600/100_4923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbOCrn77RkU/TrDn7uWZA2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5MBu-UjuJH8/s320/100_4923.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>volviéndose enigma</em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>oscuridad resplandeciente</em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>y ya tan solo dormir</em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em>para no ver los moustros benditos.</em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-1530253316052628556?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0Sonora, México29.2972247 -110.3308814000000126.1984922 -113.64529340000001 32.3959572 -107.0164694tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-34213403030853942422011-07-26T01:09:00.000-07:002011-07-26T01:09:37.624-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">Celebremos nuestro encuentro</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que Dios nos mostrara el camino</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cgKq8gbEKss/Ti51O4-uNtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zOViU12A6go/s1600/negacion+de+tu+luto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cgKq8gbEKss/Ti51O4-uNtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zOViU12A6go/s1600/negacion+de+tu+luto.jpg" t$="true" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">para encontrar nuestras alas.</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Hasta entonces</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">seguiremos aquí</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">vagando en tú mundo</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">confundiéndonos.</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">en una vida llena de incongruencias</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">y es cuando surge una pregunta</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">¿por&nbsp; qué la vida es tan macabra?</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JmPozQjAi30/Ti51YFDHgqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MhJNppSD-UM/s1600/eterno+instante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JmPozQjAi30/Ti51YFDHgqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MhJNppSD-UM/s200/eterno+instante.jpg" t$="true" width="200" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">ya con los años comprendi...</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">el entendimiento es también</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">una&nbsp; cuestión de equilibrio.</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-3421340303085394242?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-44647158934666614952011-07-14T02:26:00.000-07:002011-07-14T02:28:56.779-07:00<div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XvEU4Ocv7Z4/Th61XDOX8rI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UXIF1j3Gc3I/s1600/retorno-al-inicio_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XvEU4Ocv7Z4/Th61XDOX8rI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UXIF1j3Gc3I/s320/retorno-al-inicio_.jpg" width="320" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">Mi sangre a un no se coagula</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">a pesar de que no deja </span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">de escurrir entre mi cráneo.</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Ya no puedo mover mis brazos</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">mis dedos acarician la herida </span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">y este olor a silencio me atrofia.</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">En mi cerebro hay una esquirla</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">invisible</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que me acaricia</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">veo una oscura luz</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que se intenta apagar</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">un espacio intranquilo</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que revive y colapsa</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">que me traspasa y vive.</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">la humedad se vierte</span></em></strong></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uZXe_lh9YzM/Th61hbkWoAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tPpUKap1kBw/s1600/dialogo___.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uZXe_lh9YzM/Th61hbkWoAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tPpUKap1kBw/s1600/dialogo___.JPG" /></a></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">mientras ustedes leen indiferentes.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-4464715893466661495?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0México28.226970256434182 -110.8300785000000119.06233875643418 -126.86187850000002 37.391601756434184 -94.79827850000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-16748826924222798032011-05-21T00:23:00.000-07:002011-05-21T00:23:00.845-07:00<a href="http://alfonsonogales.blogspot.com/2011/05/sarcopenia.html">luisgavotto: Sarcopenia</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-1674882692422279803?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-92205335880269196652011-05-21T00:14:00.000-07:002011-05-21T00:21:31.342-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-85Lkrbvx1lY/TddltWudo7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/sXfxMxX7xUQ/s1600/CR6SS+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-85Lkrbvx1lY/TddltWudo7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/sXfxMxX7xUQ/s320/CR6SS+2.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Soy una mutación...</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; de residuos oxidados</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">acumulados...</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; en honestos y degradados</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">recuerdos...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVGptOCsK1Q/Tddl5wmUSXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YqgF1cGXgXw/s1600/100_3111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVGptOCsK1Q/Tddl5wmUSXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YqgF1cGXgXw/s320/100_3111.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;de olvido.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-9220533588026919665?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-66883776551494896842011-04-18T01:09:00.000-07:002011-04-20T00:20:43.270-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">los reencuentros</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; necesitados</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">empiezan al final</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; justo, ahora </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">cierro los ojos</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; los párpados muerden</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">los labios&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;se entreabren</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">se aproximan&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; en el deseo</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">...aun puedo respirar&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;continuamente</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">después de una caricia</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sempiterna</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">y los dedos </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;en la oscuridad de nuestras vidas</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">provocan una luz...</span></em></strong><br /><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NKKx4DWRnuU/Tavw32KSLZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7mWWkYJ09uw/s1600/1111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NKKx4DWRnuU/Tavw32KSLZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7mWWkYJ09uw/s320/1111.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">en la tumba&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; de nuestros cuerpos.</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-6688377655149489684?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-4918005823529574022011-04-08T11:57:00.000-07:002011-04-08T11:57:35.783-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C2qbybEnTvc/TZ9aVMzm9HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Vh01Sac3wTk/s1600/luzdevino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C2qbybEnTvc/TZ9aVMzm9HI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Vh01Sac3wTk/s320/luzdevino.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">...sin embargo, todos ellos</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">permanecen mudos, ciegos</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_jkmdCxqng/TZ9aZo-jp7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/PODUPmdznXA/s1600/blackiighting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_jkmdCxqng/TZ9aZo-jp7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/PODUPmdznXA/s320/blackiighting.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">y te llaman: soledad</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-491800582352957402?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-24136236549383714852011-04-06T09:39:00.000-07:002011-04-06T09:41:01.166-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">todo<strong><em> sigue en su sitio</em></strong></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">con la propia agonía de la noche</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">hacia mi silencio</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">donde se multiplica la idea</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">aquí donde se purifica el pecado</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">en su pulsación penitente</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">en su pureza ensombrecida de insanidad</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">surgiendo así el vicio</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">...del vació</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">viseral, perpetuo y&nbsp;santificado</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSemS0mYZVI/TZyVUV5xbwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tvMx1xbqnx8/s1600/fotogavotto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSemS0mYZVI/TZyVUV5xbwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tvMx1xbqnx8/s320/fotogavotto.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">de estar sin mi</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55vTdVCIk6Q/TZyWNiPT63I/AAAAAAAAAHk/lpc2dwWp7WQ/s1600/luzdevino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55vTdVCIk6Q/TZyWNiPT63I/AAAAAAAAAHk/lpc2dwWp7WQ/s200/luzdevino.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-2413623654938371485?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-24991043425671609732011-03-03T02:07:00.000-08:002011-03-03T02:19:39.639-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DBnYuEIDSZ4/TW9p5n3TKdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fhrZ8c65q-0/s1600/100_3070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DBnYuEIDSZ4/TW9p5n3TKdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fhrZ8c65q-0/s320/100_3070.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong><em>&nbsp;Hay tanto de ti</em></strong></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong><em>que se ha quedado a vivir</em></strong></span></div></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong><em>para siempre en mi piel.</em></strong></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong><em>En ella hay tatuado tu olor</em></strong></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong><em>con tinta de besos</em></strong></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong><em>que hoy perfuman tu adiós</em></strong></span></div></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong><em>y ahora que tú no estás junto a mí</em></strong></span></div></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Gfb3jYXh2qI/TW9np2M_YGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tK3_kjv1_ng/s1600/ange1+cr4z++arb01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Gfb3jYXh2qI/TW9np2M_YGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tK3_kjv1_ng/s320/ange1+cr4z++arb01.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong><em>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; te busco por toda mi piel.</em></strong></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;">Txus Di Fellatio</div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-2499104342567160973?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-8722292878791916812011-03-02T23:21:00.000-08:002011-03-03T00:14:46.409-08:00<span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rziaPu0XglU/TW9KsjxXLVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GBJENAU15Rg/s1600/100_3090.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579760592712314194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rziaPu0XglU/TW9KsjxXLVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GBJENAU15Rg/s200/100_3090.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Ese dolor<strong><em> que atrofia y me ausenta</em></strong><br /></div><div><strong><em>provoca las ganas de pensarte</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div><strong><em>en mis noches inquietas</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>de sangre nerviosa</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>soñando historias</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>mientras la luz de las velas</em></strong></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1dTjb6sugY/TW9JID5YwBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/J0jdMBYSi3s/s1600/100_3113.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579758866169118738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1dTjb6sugY/TW9JID5YwBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/J0jdMBYSi3s/s320/100_3113.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>nos cubre con el aullido del silencio</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>...reconociendonos</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>en el juicio de mi angustia</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>lenta</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>sincera</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>sin excesos</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>confundiendonos</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>en la necesidad de un destino.</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>La noche pasa... continua</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>y se esconde en un poema</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>que grita dormida</em></strong></div><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRDy35vUgxU/TW9ITrbK8UI/AAAAAAAAAGk/L9TMepykakM/s1600/D0RNN1R.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579757966246736194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRDy35vUgxU/TW9ITrbK8UI/AAAAAAAAAGk/L9TMepykakM/s200/D0RNN1R.JPG" /></a><br /><div><strong><em>en el fondo del insomnio</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>distorsionando la logica</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">y justificando mi oración</span>.</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-872229287879191681?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-42653901156333534052011-01-12T22:04:00.000-08:002011-01-12T22:40:08.366-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TS6ZwSqlfKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/anRr1hbp2uM/s1600/100_2710.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561551644772367522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TS6ZwSqlfKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/anRr1hbp2uM/s200/100_2710.JPG" /></a><br />quizás reconsideremos...por ejemplo<br /><em><strong>que hoy es el momento<br />que mi oscuridad ensombrece tu luz<br />digamos que estoy solo<br />justo en este eterno instante<br />que coincide tu cuerpo con mi...go<br />disfrutemos<br /></strong></em><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TS6cUywyt6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/AFlAnWAhWfE/s1600/unisongotica.JPG"><em><strong><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561554470886881186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TS6cUywyt6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/AFlAnWAhWfE/s320/unisongotica.JPG" /></strong></em></a><em><strong><br />bebamos<br />y brindemos<br />por la triste ironía<br />... de estar y no poder compartirnos</strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-4265390115633353405?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-3076294411107496552010-11-27T08:44:00.000-08:002010-11-27T09:03:21.285-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TPE4gMHEikI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3FBNr1b6KG0/s1600/resureccion.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TPE4gMHEikI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3FBNr1b6KG0/s320/resureccion.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544274741927643714" /></a><br />y entender que esto no es el fin...<br />solo es continuacion.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-307629441110749655?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-31698257722052172522010-09-24T23:52:00.000-07:002010-09-25T00:23:54.549-07:00<div><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;">busco</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">la claridad en lo profundo</span></em></strong></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TJ2gXKqSVVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UVIrk2kfYEo/s1600/F1180003.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520745038085248338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TJ2gXKqSVVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UVIrk2kfYEo/s200/F1180003.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">resplandores admirables</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">destellos</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">rayos débiles</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">escasos vástagos de luz</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">perdidos en la inmensidad</span></em></strong></div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TJ2hyI7sbQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZuKt6t1aBSc/s1600/F1180008.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520746600989486338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TJ2hyI7sbQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZuKt6t1aBSc/s320/F1180008.JPG" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">donde esta oscuridad me advierte</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">la destrucción del tiempo</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">...y tú no dices nada</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-3169825772205217252?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-38238425095325129992010-08-14T00:15:00.000-07:002010-08-14T00:52:43.790-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TGZKys4lp6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Bg_nU3ieWQQ/s1600/F1020025.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505169829409433506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TGZKys4lp6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Bg_nU3ieWQQ/s200/F1020025.JPG" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">No mueres realmente</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">no envejeces</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">cuando cumples años</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">no mueres</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">cuando tus sentidos</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">dejan de respirar</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">cuando tu cuerpo</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">no reacciona</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">no mueres</span></em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TGZFuS8OhsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ztl7KTVkvmI/s1600/F1020027.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505164256167757506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TGZFuS8OhsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ztl7KTVkvmI/s200/F1020027.JPG" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">cuando tus ojos</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">se cierran</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">tampoco mueres</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">cuando tu corazón deja de latir</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">o cuando dejas de enfermarte</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">no mueres</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">cuando pareces estar muerto</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">y tampoco cuando dicen</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">que has muerto</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">mueres cuando naces</span></em></strong><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TGZHPHwJ1pI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hjC1bqR_aCM/s1600/F1020024.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505165919611639442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TGZHPHwJ1pI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hjC1bqR_aCM/s320/F1020024.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">cuando renuncias a tu existencia</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">quizás cuando lo desees</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">o cuando te olvidan.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-3823842509532512999?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-37232965766746003942010-05-21T22:33:00.000-07:002010-05-21T23:05:27.798-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S_dxcFJKp1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/EaQquzd8nYI/s1600/F1140007.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473968599323027282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S_dxcFJKp1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/EaQquzd8nYI/s200/F1140007.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">llego mirar</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">esa oscura certeza impronunciable</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">a sentir esa gota de sudor</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">de sabor indecible.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">De tu inmóvil ausencia</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">...entonces mi cuerpo suicida</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">¡atrofia cerebral!</span></em></strong> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S_dzLwSJOSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bDv1qb4MiQo/s1600/F1140007.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473970517868886306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S_dzLwSJOSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bDv1qb4MiQo/s320/F1140007.JPG" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">desvanecido</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">-entre entes <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hipócritas</span></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sonámbulos</span>-</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">frente al agua del espejo</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">alimentado de hastío</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">en el me desconozco</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">y duermo</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">y <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sonrió</span>.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-3723296576674600394?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-67199447088537214962010-04-19T22:56:00.000-07:002010-04-19T23:27:25.109-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S81IKA1SceI/AAAAAAAAACs/CyS8pgVkv9s/s1600/F1070004.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462101259929678306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S81IKA1SceI/AAAAAAAAACs/CyS8pgVkv9s/s320/F1070004.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>La oscuridad oprime mi habitación</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>con mi agonía enciendo una vela</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>una llama que abraza a la soledad</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>...que se diluye por las paredes.</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>El silencio me observa lleno de vacío</em></strong></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S81HM1aqL5I/AAAAAAAAACk/E9EUHTRtPm0/s1600/F1070004.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462100208893177746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S81HM1aqL5I/AAAAAAAAACk/E9EUHTRtPm0/s200/F1070004.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>con sus colmillos carcomidos e insanos</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>le sonrío y le platico de ti</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>...y no contesta.</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-6719944708853721496?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-30367381621339092572010-03-12T22:07:00.000-08:002010-03-12T22:38:17.437-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S5svcJnob8I/AAAAAAAAACE/Om1X5QB4Hwo/s1600-h/F1060012.JPG"><span style="font-size:+0;"></span><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448000334899736514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S5svcJnob8I/AAAAAAAAACE/Om1X5QB4Hwo/s320/F1060012.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ruinas del infinito</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">resplandeciente ceniza</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">lunas que nadie posee</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">brevedad de la apariencia</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">conciente de lo eterno</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">donde eternamente habitas</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">terreno abstracto</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">filtrándote en el recuerdo</span></em></strong></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S5swlA7g5iI/AAAAAAAAACM/4hqGWGIPGPk/s1600-h/F1060013.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448001586697659938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S5swlA7g5iI/AAAAAAAAACM/4hqGWGIPGPk/s200/F1060013.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">de tu humedad etérea</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">mojando lo imposible y lo complejo</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">para luego existir.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-3036738162133909257?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-56050506239819080662010-02-27T12:00:00.000-08:002010-02-27T12:23:31.014-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S4l-pdDPJTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/K4cAimI2i9Q/s1600-h/F1040007.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443020875291895090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S4l-pdDPJTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/K4cAimI2i9Q/s320/F1040007.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="right">Y después de apostarle al olvido...</div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right">esta mañana</div><br /><div align="right">desperté vivo</div><br /><div align="right">con mis manos</div><br /><div align="right">llenas de sangre.</div><br /><div align="right">Me despertó el llanto </div><br /><div align="right">de los niños.</div><br /><div align="right">Un latido leve </div><br /><div align="right">en el silencio.</div><br /><div align="right">Creí que era bueno</div><br /><div align="right">pero no hice nada</div><br /><div align="right">y el tiempo</div><br /><div align="right">llego tarde</div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right">otra vez.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-5605050623981908066?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-36393930662500947992010-01-16T22:33:00.000-08:002010-01-16T22:53:00.725-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S1Kzh_e3W_I/AAAAAAAAABc/WCxor0hyfns/s1600-h/F1130006.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427597897492814834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S1Kzh_e3W_I/AAAAAAAAABc/WCxor0hyfns/s320/F1130006.JPG" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Hombres que se hacen todas las preguntas</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">como por primera vez</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Manadas de locos</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">El acecho</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">deseo jadeante</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">respiracion</span> entrecortada</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">La mirada</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">observa desde lejos</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">¿acaso hay presa?</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">acoso</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Vigilancia silenciosa</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">hay que atravesar</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">o estar</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">...simplemente del otro lado</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">donde todo <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">estâ</span> dormido</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">donde no pasa nada.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-3639393066250094799?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-67209582172857470562009-12-22T23:20:00.000-08:002009-12-22T23:51:39.666-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/SzHKiGfRxwI/AAAAAAAAABU/COJ-S-XprGI/s1600-h/F1110029.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418334513909581570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/SzHKiGfRxwI/AAAAAAAAABU/COJ-S-XprGI/s320/F1110029.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Ángeles</span> que cayeron del cielo</div><br /><br /><div>para amar</div><br /><br /><div>la belleza de la mujer</div><br /><br /><div>... belleza</div><br /><br /><div>concepto de <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">imperfección</span></div><br /><br /><div>que ha atravesado el tiempo, el espacio</div><br /><br /><div>que impide apreciar</div><br /><br /><div>lo sublime</div><br /><br /><div>del <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">corazón</span> humano.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Me escondo entre mis alas</div><br /><br /><div>y mis pecados</div><br /><br /><div>me confundo en lo <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">común</span></div><br /><br /><div>la mente nunca estuvo tan dispuesta</div><br /><br /><div>los ojos nunca sintieron tantas gotas</div><br /><br /><div>de <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">lágrimas</span>...</div><br /><br /><div>o de sangre</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Entre la <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">civilizacion</span></div><br /><br /><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">evolucion</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">involutiva</span></div><br /><br /><div>crece <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">la hipocresia</span></div><br /><br /><div>doble moral que corrompe</div><br /><br /><div>la verdad </div><br /><br /><div>y pudre...</div><br /><br /><div>...mi boca lame mentiras</div><br /><br /><div>respiro llantos</div><br /><br /><div>absorbo lujuria.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-6720958217285747056?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-24361781301140203982009-10-28T19:31:00.000-07:002009-10-28T20:19:23.568-07:00<strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;">No</span></em></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/SukF5ipMG-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/qt8Gs87nYtg/s1600-h/F1080005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397852114490498018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/SukF5ipMG-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/qt8Gs87nYtg/s320/F1080005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Penetrare en tu mente</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">con mi yo</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">desgastado</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">tomarè de tu sangre</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">inocente y perversa</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">me alojare en tus senos</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">mordere tu respiraciòn</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">descansarè en tus caderas</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">adaptarè mi sangre</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">a tu saliva</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">me sobrepondrè al invitado.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">No hay dolor</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...ni sufrimiento</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">lamerè cada vicio de tu piel</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">sentiràs mi imaginaciòn</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">abrazaràs mis abrazos</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">abrirè tus ojos</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...y tu mente</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">te guardarè en mis pensamientos.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Te hablarè de las tristezas</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">y la lujuria</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">de lo verdadero y feliz</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">de lo coherente</span></em></strong><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">de los malos y buenos</span></em></strong></div><div><br /></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">todos allà</span></em></strong></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">nosotros aquì.</span></em></strong></div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-2436178130114020398?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-26267947383558344942009-09-15T22:05:00.000-07:002009-09-15T22:06:38.900-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-2626794738355834494?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-75077533736828326952009-09-15T21:49:00.000-07:002009-09-15T22:22:46.727-07:00<div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"><em>La noche tiene secretos</em></span></div><br /><span style="color:#990000;">que<em> velan la memoria<br /><br /></em><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">versos</span> oscuros que se <span style="font-size:130%;">mofan</span></em></span></div><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><em>y renacen cuando agoniza el sol<br /><br />e inutilmente beben de la lluvia<br /><br />para remojar mi muerte.<br /><br />Aqui donde solo sueño historias<br /><br />mientras tu<br /><br />si, tu acribillas el aullido del silencio</em></span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-7507753373682832695?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-58600325845541815862009-04-16T15:12:00.000-07:002009-04-16T15:34:02.209-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;">Quería nada más ser<br />...y se ganó el infierno<br />tomó prestado la forma de ser<br />del hombre bueno y formal<br />para enfrentarse al mundo<br />VS.<br />Pero<br />...pero<br />pero el mundo<br />lo cuestionó lo desarmó<br />lo humilló y casi<br />acabo con el<br />su escudo de oro falso<br />se dobló<br />se quebró<br />se desbarató<br />sólo el orgullo<br />lo acompaño<br />atormentado<br />bañado en el desánimo<br />deliraba<br />melodías fatales<br />el HEAVY METAL no lo<br />acompañó<br />su produjo un silencio<br />momentáneo<br />comprendió que para salir<br />era nesesario<br />entrar<br />meterse<br />perderse<br />tocar fondo<br />e<br />IMPULSARSE<br />para volar<br /><br />VOLAR<br /><br />y perderse<br /><br /><br />en el nirvana.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-5860032584554181586?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-50458063205864702622008-09-15T20:53:00.000-07:002008-09-15T21:11:43.638-07:00<span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">No sali en esa tarde nublada</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">me quede aqui adentro</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">para no ensuciar la lluvia</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">...a traves de la ventana</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">se veia la vida</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">y adentro entretenia</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">a mis fantasmas...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">êrase una vez lo que yo era.</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-5045806320586470262?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-63714032327644212182007-10-22T00:02:00.000-07:002007-10-22T00:13:16.099-07:00Jugamos<br />a que tu eras yo<br />a que yo era tu<br />a que tomaba tu cuerpo<br /> y no te lo regresaba<br />a que tomabas mi cuerpo<br /> y te lamentabas<br /><br />a traves de la vida<br />acumulamos años<br /><br /><br />... el juego sigue<br />olvide vivir<br />olvide jugar<br /><br />los angeles nos ven jugar<br />se divierten<br /> ...ya somos dos en uno<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-6371403232764421218?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-41033110558525852032007-04-19T18:12:00.000-07:002007-04-19T18:36:59.674-07:00Celebremos<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">nuestro</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">encuentro</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Que Dios nos mostrara</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">el camino</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">para encontrar nuestras alas.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;">Hasta entonces</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">seguiremos aqui</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">vagando en tu mundo</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">compartiendo tu vida</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">confundiendonos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">En una vida llena de incongruencias</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">hospitales</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">tratamientos</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">pudor</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;">distrofias</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">estados bipolares</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">Cada dia</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">nos miramos al espejo</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">y observamos</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">cicatrices... en el disfraz.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-4103311055852585203?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-64620631449814336552007-01-25T20:28:00.000-08:002007-01-25T20:37:29.167-08:00<div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Te pido</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">duermeme</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">con mi musica irreverente</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">vela mi sueño</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">para sangrar placidamente</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">cubreme de mis fantasmas</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">protegeme de este festin</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">de seres humanos</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">amame</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">sin miedo en tu alma</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">ni en tu corazon </span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Aceptame.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-6462063144981433655?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1168389947541873402007-01-09T16:36:00.000-08:002007-01-09T16:45:47.543-08:00<div align="center">Nos abandonara un dia la luz</div><div align="center">aquella divina luz</div><div align="right">que encendimos</div><div align="right">seguramente nos abandonara</div><div align="right">y la noche testigo unico</div><div align="right">resguardando el origen de aquel fuego</div><div align="right">mentirâ</div><div align="right">cuando se le pregunte.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-116838994754187340?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1168389149370468912007-01-09T16:13:00.000-08:002007-01-09T16:32:29.386-08:00<strong>El angel malo y </strong><br /><strong> el diablo bueno</strong><br /><strong> hacen alianza</strong><br /><strong> en mi conciencia</strong><br /><strong> camuflaje inconciente</strong><br /><strong> para perder mi conviccion</strong><br /><strong> nunca por ser geminis</strong><br /><strong> no le entiendo al ...</strong><br /><strong>horoscopo.</strong><br /><strong>No me gusta ir </strong><br /><strong>con la misma piel</strong><br /><strong>de todos a la manada del rebaño.</strong><br /><strong> ¿cuanto cuesta ser uno mismo?</strong><br /><strong>---</strong><br /><strong>--</strong><br /><strong>-</strong><br /><strong>...solo disfraces</strong><br /><strong>para no perder mi realidad</strong><br /><strong>soy la tinta </strong><br /><strong>que mancha</strong><br /><strong>y no se limpia.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-116838914937046891?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1167197785501692162006-12-26T21:29:00.000-08:002006-12-28T00:43:36.580-08:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Nunca creas todo lo que se dice</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;">el diablo es tan malo como los hombres</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;">.........yo he sido un diablo toda mi vida.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-116719778550169216?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1166774801475618412006-12-21T23:53:00.000-08:002006-12-22T00:06:41.486-08:00<div align="right"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Deberia darme cuenta</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ff0000;">que no soy el unico</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ff0000;">que nacio con el corazon fracturado</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ff0000;">daltonico color claroscuro intenso</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Cada poema tuyo</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ff0000;">es clave para descubrirnos</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ff0000;">sin ser descubiertos.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-116677480147561841?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1163386684101551322006-11-12T18:50:00.000-08:002006-11-12T18:58:04.113-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">Satan</span>, mismo temeria convivir a tu lado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc0000;">...pues hallaria en tu corazon</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc0000;">el mas profundo infierno</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"> LORD BYRON.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-116338668410155132?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1163325801654589412006-11-12T01:46:00.000-08:002006-11-12T02:03:21.673-08:00<div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"> Juego demente</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">sin desatar mis nudos</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">circulos cerrados</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">tan cerrados</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">que asfixian</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">retorno a la nada</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">sendero ciego</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">inexplicable caida</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">-angustia placentera-</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">en mi santificado placer</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">que me motiva.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Asumir que nada tiene sentido</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">ensayando mi pose</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">claudicando mis emociones</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">confrontando mis sentimientos</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">para reiniciar en ti.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-116332580165458941?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1163322783294654622006-11-12T00:52:00.000-08:002006-11-12T01:13:03.306-08:00Este estado de animo<br />perdido<br />ausente<br />con temor de pensarte<br />en soledades que me manifiesto<br />circuncidado espacio<br />de un laberinto inntangible<br />afonia cerebral<br />perdidas en el olvido de tu memoria<br />ladrando anatemas<br />en mi cementerio particular<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-116332278329465462?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1163321329767250652006-11-12T00:31:00.000-08:002006-11-12T00:48:49.790-08:00<div align="left"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">Grabando tu silueta</span></div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> en mi mente perturbada</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> verte</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> contemplarte</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> admirarte</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> tocarte</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> sentirte</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> conocerte</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> entenderte</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> comprenderte</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> Me has permitido</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> ser</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> estar</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> trascender</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> y seguir</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> me has enseñado</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> a ser hombre</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> en un mundo de mujeres.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-116332132976725065?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1136296991209612042006-01-03T05:39:00.000-08:002006-01-03T06:03:11.230-08:00Ese truco<br />de algunos y ahora tan tuyo<br />el que me hace callar<br />admirarte<br />el que me hace deducir<br /> ahora que lo hiciste<br />muestrame como lo realisaste<br />y prometo que prometo eso.<br />Estabas ahi<br />sobre esa vertiginosa cuerda<br />inmovil<br />tan sereno y serio<br />pero nos decias algo<br />solo y extraño<br />sin bailar esa danza<br />no aprendida.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-113629699120961204?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1131256812777321182005-11-05T12:00:00.000-08:002005-11-05T22:00:12.793-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;"> La complicidad de los sueños</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> percibo angustias</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> el si, a mis pesadillas</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> me estorba la piel</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> ya no me muevo</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> me cai del mundo</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> mientras el dolor se ahoga en mis cicatrices</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> y las fauces del vacio</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> pudren mis intentos</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> incoherente deseo</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> de ser</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> locura de mi pena</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> a un cuelgo de mi rostro</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> cuando el mito deja la fe</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> en la trivial banalidad</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> y los ojos ciegos</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> que ya no recuerdan</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> como imputar el pasado</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> y sin embargo te observo</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> aunque digan que ya no existo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-113125681277732118?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1131084139009803512005-11-03T21:51:00.000-08:002005-12-14T21:53:22.016-08:00Se puede tener, en lo mas profundo del alma<br />un corazon calido,<br />sin embargo, puede que nadie acuda<br />jamas a acojerse a el.<br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Vincent Van Gogh</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-113108413900980351?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1130505220428182782005-10-28T05:51:00.000-07:002005-10-28T06:13:40.463-07:00ci<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">mientos fragiles</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">falsas letanias</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">identidades complejas</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">muerte..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">arrojas ternura</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">infancia arrogante</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">cordon umbilical enmarañado</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">ilusiones sueños </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">exhumados</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">intentos de olvido</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">ecos que no se escuchan</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">donde elijo la poesia</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">como oficio de lujuria</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">ante la melancolia</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">y la infinta tristeza</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">un verso debil que conforma</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">una oracion incompleta.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-113050522042818278?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1129876656788021742005-10-20T23:21:00.000-07:002005-10-20T23:37:36.793-07:00...durmieron aquella noche la belleza y la fealdad abrazados Mientras el espejo reflejaba confusamente la interpretacion en el tiempo belleza donde estas fealdad ¿por que te quedaste? '<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-112987665678802174?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1129704421317235732005-10-18T23:29:00.000-07:002005-10-18T23:47:01.323-07:00...los momentos en los que me siento yo<br />es cuando por cansancio, esceptisismo o necesidad me llevo las manos a la cara y me descubro en ellas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-112970442131723573?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1129508040735502082005-10-16T17:03:00.000-07:002005-10-16T17:14:00.746-07:00<div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Dios nos salve</span></em> por toda esa culpa que tenemos de no habernos acercado lo suficiente de no habernos tocado Dios nos salve de haber pasado sin mirarnos </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-112950804073550208?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1129848018444648942005-10-16T15:16:00.000-07:002005-10-20T15:40:18.453-07:00Primera llamada Segunda llamada Tercera llamada levanto el telon ahito de la vida alergico al oxigeno huyendo a tientas del presente impio para mi tiempo exento al desconcierto que conforma mi geminis sin embargo Aqui pudriendome impuro perenne pero deveras que bueno que me encuentro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-112984801844464894?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1129878075887578822005-10-12T23:40:00.000-07:002005-10-21T00:01:15.893-07:00Te vistes<br />te desvistes<br />con invisibles disfraces<br />pero siempre sabes cubrirte<br />de indiferencia perpetua<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-112987807588757882?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1128226894288966732005-10-01T21:09:00.000-07:002005-10-01T21:21:34.293-07:00<div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc9933;">Veremos todo lo que nos ocultaran oscura centella de nuestro reflejo mis ojos ciegos habran de encandilarte mis pies cansados te seguiran autoengaño habras de odiarte</div></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-112822689428896673?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1128226000985139022005-10-01T20:53:00.000-07:002005-10-01T21:06:40.993-07:00<div align="left">Negra anatomia cadaver exquisito los gusanos sepulcrales se benefician no la mato el metal fue el petalo de la rosa sin amor y sin odio sin placer ni rencor sutil ironia muerte tierna sangre putrefacta que envenena los gusanos se desquician no te rias ¡sorpresa! tu ya estas muerta</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-112822600098513902?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1127106165575826252005-09-18T21:34:00.000-07:002005-09-18T22:02:45.580-07:00<div align="left">Se mueve en la densidad de sus instintos sabe quebrar la cascara de una intencion abarca por fragmentos la totalidad y nunca es la misma. Sube al misterio de una extrema progresion descubre el sentimiento atrapado en un limite el resto lo filtra en el pensar. Es a la vez su historia y lo que aun no ha conocido sabe ordenar lo que no ve. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-112710616557582625?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1127104248602978252005-09-18T20:48:00.000-07:002005-09-18T21:30:49.183-07:00En un intento por abandonar mi cuerpo mi alma se corrompe La musica expresa sus mas hermosos pecados y su mas tierna inconformidad La musica se vale de nuestros deformes cuerpos de nuestra lengua nuestras manos nuestros pies nuestra inconsciente mente Se fortalece nos despierta agudiza losentidos y explota hacia los dormidos para darles elementos que nos etiqueten de inadaptados<span style="font-family:verdana;">. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-112710424860297825?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1125288815339140832005-08-28T21:07:00.000-07:002005-08-28T21:13:35.350-07:00Gritamos aterrados por la luz de la lujuria. Callamos concientes por la oscuridad. Negra realidad santificado placer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-112528881533914083?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1125285391367497582005-08-28T20:05:00.000-07:002005-08-28T20:16:31.373-07:00Si es dificil hallar la aguja en el pajar,lo es mucho mas hallar una pajilla entre un cajon de alfileres, sobre todo si la pajilla es la que le falta al poema para ser casa verdadera<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Antonio Granados</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-112528539136749758?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1130306579706797762005-08-25T22:39:00.000-07:002005-10-25T23:02:59.723-07:00¿para qué hablar<br />si no hay certeza del silencio?<br />ocultandome entre mi pelo<br />para ser real<br />nadie se da cuenta<br />coeexisto entre ellos<br />me disfrazo<br /> solo para complacerte<br />para que no descubras mis alas<br />Siendo asi camino desnudo<br /> como lo hace la verdad<br />extiendo mis brazos<br />confundiendo la realidad<br />quizas esta vez no soy yo<br />y algun angel<br />me admite.<br /><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-113030657970679776?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1123988238786659062005-08-13T19:56:00.000-07:002005-08-13T19:57:18.790-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-112398823878665906?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1123987981393622692005-08-13T19:47:00.000-07:002005-08-13T19:53:01.396-07:00Este es un poema con el que conocí a Iván...<br /><br />El sinsentido y yo<br />tenemos una relación imprescindible,<br />de innegable trabajo y de respeto mutuo.<br /><br />Su voz en ocasiones<br />es una ley maldita<br />que revierte las horas<br />y atempera el desierto<br />que me habita en forma<br />de costumbre.<br />...................<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-112398798139362269?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1128782626985706142005-03-08T07:24:00.000-08:002005-10-08T07:43:46.990-07:00<div align="right">Levanto el telon de mi ultima llamada alergico a la razon del instinto cooexistiendo huyendo confundido pero sigo apezar de mis treinta y tantos.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-112878262698570614?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1127634745162473732004-12-25T00:00:00.000-08:002005-09-25T00:52:25.170-07:00<div align="left"> Las llama's lo han consumido todo al carbon de mis alas se han perdido con tus ojos el cuerpo calcinado ¿quien soy? el fuego actuo´ con rencor un minuto de silencio abucheo permanente guardar una lagrima para mi no es significativo tiempo de cielo e infierno guarda un sollozo de dolor cuerpo insatisfecho labios enfurecidos alma inoportuna rescata tus sentidos salva tus oidos monstruo de papel la vida te grita y tu mereces ser sordo para conservar tu belleza. Escucha el sonido del chelo y los violines grandeza APOCALYPTICA la musica dentro de mis venas como vibra... siente el sonido como despierta tu agonia.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-112763474516247373?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15405728.post-1126364874450178752004-02-10T03:46:00.000-08:002005-09-10T08:07:54.456-07:00<blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><div align="right">El tiempo es la ilusion los dias se repiten o es lo turbio de mi mente los amigos no llaman la vida sigue y con ello la muerte evolucion involutiva la tele corta la realidad los politicos y su eterna verborrea recibiendo y corriendo regreso a casa ...desglosado no siempre llueve solo darle duro a la fe que para mañana no habre olvidado aqui no pasa nada</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15405728-112636487445017875?l=alfonsonogales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com3