tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366347842011-04-22T01:25:56.139+02:00Las imágenes en blanco y negro corresponden al fotolog: http://www.fotolog.com/black_n_white/ los comentarios a vidicida.Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.comBlogger591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-23232359505479018992008-12-30T12:51:00.003+01:002008-12-30T12:52:27.976+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/SVoLY_POrbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/O-nD2okiib0/s1600-h/Invitacion+Nacho+Montoto+Sevilla+09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/SVoLY_POrbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/O-nD2okiib0/s320/Invitacion+Nacho+Montoto+Sevilla+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285549636592774578" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="fullpost">Día 2 de Enero de 2009 -viernes- presentaremos en Sevilla el primer libro de Nacho Montoto editado por Cangrejo Pistolero Ediciones.<br />Será en el Centro Cultural CAJASOL, en la C/ Laraña 4 a las 20 H.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-2323235950547901899?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-72030039346647980832008-12-03T02:02:00.000+01:002008-12-03T02:03:22.899+01:00<h3 class="post-title entry-title"> <a href="http://pajaritadepapel.blogspot.com/2008/12/mi-memoria-es-un-tobognespacios.html"><br /></a> </h3> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1MKL4sP3YJg/STT-IJIKg1I/AAAAAAAAB2I/w_W69tHXexY/s1600-h/portada+nacho+montoto+2%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1MKL4sP3YJg/STT-IJIKg1I/AAAAAAAAB2I/w_W69tHXexY/s400/portada+nacho+montoto+2%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275120479400264530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1MKL4sP3YJg/STT974e_-_I/AAAAAAAAB2A/r0OoJCBlYWo/s1600-h/portada+nacho+montoto+1%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 419px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1MKL4sP3YJg/STT974e_-_I/AAAAAAAAB2A/r0OoJCBlYWo/s400/portada+nacho+montoto+1%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275120268774210546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="caption"><br /><br /><br /></span><span class="caption"> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />MI MEMORIA ES UN TOBOGÁN / ESPACIOS INSOSTENIBLES, de Nacho Montoto. LIBRO REVERSIBLE.</span><br /><br /><span class="caption">ILUSTRACIONES: Ana Arcas Espejo y Miguel Gómez Losada.</span><br /><br /><span class="caption">P.V.P: 12 €</span><br /><br /><span class="caption">Disponible a la venta: A partir del 12 de diciembre</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-7203003934664798083?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-55973824298840250322007-11-15T19:13:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:21:58.376+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RzyMwJ_PgcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oCcfRizsplI/s1600-h/_MG_0936.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RzyMwJ_PgcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oCcfRizsplI/s320/_MG_0936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133132434238308802" border="0" /></a><br />Tus manos son el molde de una tierra asesina.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Ilustración: Rafa Crespín</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-5597382429884025032?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-52616290420127598742007-09-27T09:22:00.001+02:002008-12-11T01:21:58.697+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RvtaxyLM2jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JYZpFpZ8iUY/s1600-h/estadistica.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RvtaxyLM2jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JYZpFpZ8iUY/s320/estadistica.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114781613138172466" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal">Números andando por la ciudad,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">matriculados sin ruedas</p> <p class="MsoNormal">advirtiendo la varianza</p> <p class="MsoNormal">y dividiendo su apariencia</p> <p class="MsoNormal">en dos columnas,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">la del trabajo y el hogar,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">números vagando por la ciudad</p> <p class="MsoNormal">sin pleno al quince en su quiniela,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">incógnitas despejadas</p> <p class="MsoNormal">por las noches,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">elevando al cuadrado</p> <p class="MsoNormal">sus ideas</p> <p class="MsoNormal">que tienden a infinito,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">ceros a la izquierda,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">décimas de fiebre,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">sudorosos números</p> <p class="MsoNormal">indivisibles entre dos.</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"></p>Poema: Nacho Montoto<span class="postbody">© </span><br /><br />Fotografía: Luna Miguel<span class="postbody">©</span><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-5261629042012759874?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-57990386283655141592007-09-25T15:19:00.000+02:002008-12-11T01:21:58.974+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RvtbGyLM2kI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zCoSnqxhyRg/s1600-h/Telediario.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RvtbGyLM2kI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zCoSnqxhyRg/s320/Telediario.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114781973915425346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Existe el espasmo<br />tangible, físico,<br />que derrota el ansia,<br />tocas el calambre<br />y no por falta de potasio,<br />es universal el dolor<br />que provocan las noticias.</p><br />Poema: Nacho Montoto<span class="postbody">© </span><br /><br />Fotografía: Luna Miguel<span class="postbody">©</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-5799038628365514159?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-28625940938559448542007-09-16T12:12:00.000+02:002008-12-11T01:21:59.130+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/Ru0DBbW6ocI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SUuXoziq1wE/s1600-h/DSCN7172.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/Ru0DBbW6ocI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SUuXoziq1wE/s320/DSCN7172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110744475194008002" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Y se escandalizan</p> <p class="MsoNormal">al ver besarse a dos maricones (gays),</p> <p class="MsoNormal">por ser gays (maricones).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Y se echan las manos a la cabeza</p> <p class="MsoNormal">al ver a dos putas (prostitutas) haciendo la calle,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">por ser prostitutas (putas).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">No soportan ver a dos tortilleras (lesbianas)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">tocándose bajo los árboles,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">porque son lesbianas (tortilleras).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Gritan a los negracos (negros) en los estadios</p> <p class="MsoNormal">por ser negros (negracos).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Escupen a los blanquitos (blancos) en Harlem,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">por ser blancos (blanquitos)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">e insultan a los que venden su culo</p> <p class="MsoNormal">porque son chaperos (homosexuales que ejercen la prostitución).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">¿Y los moros? (gitanos)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Al agua, todos al agua,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">que esos flotan.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Cada cosa por su nombre ¿No?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A ver quién se atreve a dar el paso,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">basta de sensacionalismos (la prensa)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Cada cosa por su nombre ¿No?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Todos después se llaman progresistas (demócratas),</p> <p class="MsoNormal">y no dejan de ser fascistas (fachas)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">disfrazados bajo la ideología.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Insultando a la inteligencia humana</p> <p class="MsoNormal">con debates sobre igualdad,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">igual da.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hipócritas (Políticos).</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Poema: Nacho Montoto<span class="postbody">© </span><br /><br />Fotografía: Luna Miguel<span class="postbody">©</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-2862594093855944854?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-57920690710187453882007-04-09T10:58:00.000+02:002008-12-11T01:21:59.323+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RhoBKCSyZoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/iYS3BZvp1eM/s1600-h/carne.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RhoBKCSyZoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/iYS3BZvp1eM/s320/carne.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051351203975423618" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="postbody">Probablemente la hoja de latón corte uno de los dedos </span><br /><span class="postbody">que ahora apresan al lápiz de la palabra estancada, </span><br /><span class="postbody">es obvio que la razón es el sometimiento nítido </span><br /><span class="postbody">de la mente sobre el sentir, </span><br /><span class="postbody">se dilapida un latido, se encierra en un cajón </span><br /><span class="postbody">y las telarañas visten aquellas letras de la infancia, </span><br /><span class="postbody">de la juventud, la senectud literaria en madera de pino </span><br /><span class="postbody">cual ataúd que cobija un cuerpo ya alimentado de gusanos. </span><br /><span class="postbody"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="postbody"><br />Se escancia el buen vino en un vaso de cristal como se prueba </span><br /><span class="postbody">una boca en un beso de carmín, en lugar de beber de la bota directamente, </span><br /><span class="postbody">en lugar de beber de un beso desnudo sin los ropajes del pintalabios. </span><br /><span class="postbody"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="postbody"><br />Escucho cómo mansamente las preguntas de ayer, de hoy, de mañana </span><br /><span class="postbody">son exactas, iguales y perdidas en las bocas y en el temor de la pólvora </span><br /><span class="postbody">en los labios ajenos del tiempo. </span><span class="postbody"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="postbody"><br />Los sollozos permanecen esclavos de los mismos ojos, </span><br /><span class="postbody">los lagrimales hollados en los párpados perdidos de los seres humanos, <o:p></o:p><br />abandonados en el mismo lugar de hace siglos, </span><br /><span class="postbody">caníbales del dinero, vomitando perdones incompasibles,<o:p></o:p><br />acompasados por la fusta de la deidad humana,<o:p></o:p><br />los peores profetas de piedra caliza y acento extranjero. </span><br /><span class="postbody"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="postbody"><br />Silente modorra, excusa baldía de un sol fermentado,<o:p></o:p><br />casi apagado por millones de puntos negros<o:p></o:p><br />que pululan por la corteza terrestre,<o:p></o:p><br />buscando un quiero y no puedo. </span><br /><span class="postbody"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="postbody"><br />Continuo devenir de la misma mentira,<o:p></o:p><br />la alegría es tan sencilla<o:p></o:p><br />que da pereza el malgastar una vida entera en ella,<o:p></o:p><br />se gana más haciendo la guerra,<o:p></o:p><br />se entretiene uno más eyaculando su vergüenza en las bocas del hambre,<o:p></o:p><br />acrecentando la pérdida de humanidad,<o:p></o:p><br />llenando los bolsillos de la pobreza de bombas millonarias<o:p></o:p><br />que huelen a sangre y sudor podrido en pieles quebradas<o:p></o:p><br />que abrigan el capricho de la ignorancia. </span><br /><span class="postbody"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="postbody">Probablemente la hoja de latón caiga sobre alguna cabeza<o:p></o:p><br />procurando un corte limpio, suave, dulce y casi deseado,<o:p></o:p><br />provocando la calma y el descanso del lápiz.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Poema: Nacho Montoto<span class="postbody">© </span><br /><br />Fotografía: Luna Miguel<span class="postbody">©</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-5792069071018745388?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-67849667585553423222007-03-12T09:53:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:21:59.574+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RfUVkvzlhGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NXoxugzQggY/s1600-h/Mano+a+mano.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RfUVkvzlhGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NXoxugzQggY/s320/Mano+a+mano.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040959078963446882" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span class="postbody">Clava en el martillo la pared </span><br /><span class="postbody">y procura un golpe seco </span><br /><span class="postbody">para no tambalear el cimiento </span><br /><span class="postbody">de mi nuez desnuda. </span><br /><span class="postbody">Erguido golpe de cal </span><br /><span class="postbody">y el subsuelo agrietado </span><br /><span class="postbody">por el clavo de tu dedo, </span><br /><span class="postbody">cilíndrico agujero. </span><br /><span class="postbody">Tres chinchetas </span><br /><span class="postbody">para sostener la estructura </span><br /><span class="postbody">de papel germinado </span><br /><span class="postbody">del musgo que la humedad </span><br />-<span class="postbody">de un beso- </span><br /><span class="postbody">provoca en la fachada </span><br /><span class="postbody">de piedra imaginada. </span><br /><span class="postbody">Unidos por las manos </span><br />-<span class="postbody">de tinta- </span><br /><span class="postbody">ungidos por el aceite. </span><br /><span class="postbody">Al final de la calle te espero, </span><br /><span class="postbody">clavo en mano </span><br /><span class="postbody">y agujas en los dedos.</span></p><br />Poema: Nacho Montoto<span class="postbody">© </span><br /><br />Fotografía: Luna Miguel<span class="postbody">©</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-6784966758555342322?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-39032282323967568842007-03-09T13:20:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:21:59.754+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RfFSHfzlhFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nhBIqlp4PCM/s1600-h/Hoy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RfFSHfzlhFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nhBIqlp4PCM/s320/Hoy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039899746754724946" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="postbody">Hoy he muerto, </span><br /><span class="postbody">pero no se lo digáis a nadie, </span><br /><span class="postbody">he notado como mi alma </span><br /><span class="postbody">-en calzoncillos- </span><br /><span class="postbody">subía por mi boca </span><br /><span class="postbody">y expulsaba hasta la bilis </span><br /><span class="postbody">junto a su aura. </span><br /><span class="postbody">Mi divinidad vomitada, </span><br /><span class="postbody">el último trozo de espíritu, </span><br /><span class="postbody">pero no se lo digáis a nadie, </span><br /><span class="postbody">pues yo sigo respirando </span><br /><span class="postbody">con más fuerza que antes, </span><br /><span class="postbody">me he quitado un peso de encima, </span><br /><span class="postbody">he vaciado mis venas </span><br /><span class="postbody">de aquel líquido rojo </span><br /><span class="postbody">que las ahogaba, </span><br /><span class="postbody">mas no se lo digáis a nadie, </span><br /><span class="postbody">ahora los gusanos podrán </span><br /><span class="postbody">pasearse por mis túneles </span><br /><span class="postbody">tranquilamente, </span><br /><span class="postbody">sin temor a ser asesinados, </span><br /><span class="postbody">hoy he muerto, </span><br /><span class="postbody">pero por favor, </span><br /><span class="postbody">no se lo contéis a nadie.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br />Poema: Nacho Montoto<span class="postbody">© </span><br /><br />Fotografía: Luna Miguel<span class="postbody">©</span><br /><span class="postbody"></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-3903228232396756884?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-45919842132805248172007-03-06T08:25:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:00.053+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/Re0X1I1NUfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TJKepxdsdjw/s1600-h/DSCN6971.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/Re0X1I1NUfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TJKepxdsdjw/s320/DSCN6971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038709759768613362" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal">Si no se encuentra la solución,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">tendrás que buscar el camino</p> <p class="MsoNormal">para que las hormigas te escuchen,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">para que tu garganta se ahogue de flores,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">así podrás vomitar el mundo</p> <p class="MsoNormal">en cada palabra.</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"></p>Poema: Nacho Montoto<span class="postbody">© </span><br /><br />Fotografía: Luna Miguel<span class="postbody">©</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-4591984213280524817?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-284671519175709732007-02-19T11:23:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:00.367+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/Rdl6-jZFRnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/X-4IJh2EBgA/s1600-h/DSCN5334.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/Rdl6-jZFRnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/X-4IJh2EBgA/s320/DSCN5334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033189273634162290" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal">¡Esquí!<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Vayamos a la nieve,<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">disfrutemos con la nieve,<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">montañas de blanca nieve,<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">muchos muñecos de nieve<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">de resfriada nariz.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">¡Zofrenia!</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"></p>Poema: Nacho Montoto<span class="postbody">© </span><br /><br />Fotografía: Luna Miguel<span class="postbody">©</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-28467151917570973?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-4751841669864266722007-02-17T14:11:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:00.522+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/Rdb_wDZFRmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9dnBGjUjqqc/s1600-h/El+beso.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/Rdb_wDZFRmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9dnBGjUjqqc/s320/El+beso.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032490834642421346" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="postbody">Tracé tus labios con mi boca </span><br /><span class="postbody"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="postbody">y me corté con la cuchilla de tu lengua, </span><span class="postbody"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="postbody">ahogado por la sangre </span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"> -<span class="postbody">que brota de tus venas- </span><br /><span class="postbody"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="postbody">llené el vacío de mi garganta.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span class="postbody"></span></p>Poema: Nacho Montoto<span class="postbody">© </span><br /><br />Fotografía: Luna Miguel<span class="postbody">©</span><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-475184166986426672?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-69945289557959430272007-02-13T10:16:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:00.700+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RdGCW3J5Q9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/i7wlr64IggY/s1600-h/05+Track+4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RdGCW3J5Q9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/i7wlr64IggY/s320/05+Track+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030945588023739346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">Contacto con el suelo</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">con tacto,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">gatear es el primer síntoma</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">para alcanzar la verticalidad,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">el primer momento de felicidad:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">Sentir la libertad del esparcimiento.</p><br /><br />Poema: Nacho Montoto<span class="postbody">© </span><br /><br />Fotografía: Luna Miguel<span class="postbody">©</span><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-6994528955795943027?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-53715019713476158772007-02-12T10:46:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:01.046+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RdA3fXJ5Q7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oLs1Ouxwb5U/s1600-h/04+Track+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RdA3fXJ5Q7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oLs1Ouxwb5U/s320/04+Track+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030581795703833522" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">La tos que provoca la ansiedad lactante,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">el ahogo de la posición horizontal</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">y un baño de lágrimas histéricas</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">durante meses,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">buscando la primera caricia</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">que tranquilice el desvelo,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">no hay mejor cuna que un regazo.</p> <br />Poema: Nacho Montoto<span class="postbody">© </span><br /><br />Fotografía: Luna Miguel<span class="postbody">©</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-5371501971347615877?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-40886114889574305822007-02-11T21:44:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:01.238+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/Rc-ApXJ5Q6I/AAAAAAAAADw/7DUmBEIU-3k/s1600-h/03+Track+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/Rc-ApXJ5Q6I/AAAAAAAAADw/7DUmBEIU-3k/s320/03+Track+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030380756874642338" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">Disuelto el sueño amniótico,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">escupida la placenta</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">es difícil abrir los ojos</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">entre tanta viscosidad,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">acaso un halo de tiniebla,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">sonidos que no se distinguen,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">secreciones y buscar el alimento,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">el seno en que mamar,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">el sustento entre los labios,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">absorber el jarabe del corazón,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">sobrevivir.</p><br />Poema: Nacho Montoto<span class="postbody">© </span><br /><br />Fotografía: Luna Miguel<span class="postbody">©</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-4088611488957430582?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-27060603085759565552007-02-09T10:40:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:01.433+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RcxCFXJ5Q5I/AAAAAAAAADk/3gYWlAQOghg/s1600-h/02+Track+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RcxCFXJ5Q5I/AAAAAAAAADk/3gYWlAQOghg/s320/02+Track+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029467543748297618" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">Vio la luz desde la cueva</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">bajo la primavera nocturna</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">sin saber que las entrañas</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">eran el músculo nodriza</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">sobre el que sustentar la vida,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">pende del ombligo el vacío</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">que causará el cosquilleo,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">el estremecimiento,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">un baile de mariposas</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">y el nerviosismo de la vez primera.</p><br />Poema: Nacho Montoto<span class="postbody">© </span><br /><br />Fotografía: Luna Miguel<span class="postbody">©</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-2706060308575956555?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-69987599737645554222007-02-08T13:22:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:01.792+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RcsXSHJ5Q4I/AAAAAAAAADY/nv9xHe3wLwQ/s1600-h/01+silencio.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RcsXSHJ5Q4I/AAAAAAAAADY/nv9xHe3wLwQ/s320/01+silencio.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029139008814924674" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Cuando las hojas del silencio</p> <p class="MsoNormal">caigan al suelo</p> <p class="MsoNormal">será el momento para escuchar,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">para sentir,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">para soñar,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">para ahogar,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">para comprobar</p> <p class="MsoNormal">la vida del sonido.</p><br />Poema: Nacho Montoto<span class="postbody">© </span><br /><br />Fotografía: Luna Miguel<span class="postbody">© </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-6998759973764555422?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-50683915137870803862007-01-26T09:29:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:02.053+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/Rbm8eGzdWPI/AAAAAAAAADM/S0hsC2ubI2M/s1600-h/Muelle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/Rbm8eGzdWPI/AAAAAAAAADM/S0hsC2ubI2M/s320/Muelle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024254084717041906" border="0" /></a><br />A veces<br /><br />giramos sobre nosotros mismos,<br /><br />nos asfixiamos<br /><br />-sudamos la última gota-<br /><br />como si fuéramos un muelle,<br /><br />intentamos darlo todo,<br /><br />sin saber<br /><br />que la vida,<br /><br />es más que un movimiento espiral.<br /><br />[Y se retuercen los cuerpos]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-5068391513787080386?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-74375656741013091682007-01-22T18:54:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:02.309+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RbT6hmzdWOI/AAAAAAAAADA/iaDdr0MmLVA/s1600-h/tranquilidad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RbT6hmzdWOI/AAAAAAAAADA/iaDdr0MmLVA/s320/tranquilidad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022914939683952866" border="0" /></a><br />Un sorbo de tranquilidad<br /><br />al contemplar<br /><br />el remanso de paz<br /><br />de las aguas contenidas.<br /><br />[El silencio del agua]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-7437565674101309168?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-43362824136279429082007-01-17T11:18:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:02.582+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/Ra34EsYmJ0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZCUDXkgyfyE/s1600-h/luz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/Ra34EsYmJ0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZCUDXkgyfyE/s320/luz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020941919105460034" border="0" /></a>Cuando se abren los ojos<br /><br />de la habitación,<br /><br />percibimos la vida,<br /><br />el camino,<br /><br />la luz.<br /><br />[Abriendo puertas al mundo]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-4336282413627942908?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-29399796398519651952007-01-15T11:29:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:02.845+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RatYhsYmJzI/AAAAAAAAACo/PU0wDeArbS8/s1600-h/spe.fotologs.net.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RatYhsYmJzI/AAAAAAAAACo/PU0wDeArbS8/s320/spe.fotologs.net.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020203545507800882" border="0" /></a>Anoche subí a la azotea<br /><br />y pude alcanzar con la mano<br /><br />este puñado de estrellas.<br /><br />[Los sueños mentira no son]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-2939979639851965195?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-86195395400784065932007-01-13T13:20:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:28.694+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RajPWsYmJyI/AAAAAAAAACc/VYOUbdj73co/s1600-h/1161352946_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RajPWsYmJyI/AAAAAAAAACc/VYOUbdj73co/s320/1161352946_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019489773482813218" border="0" /></a>Cortando la corteza<br /><br />podrás comprobar<br /><br />de qué madera<br /><br />está hecho el hombre.<br /><br />[ Próximos al ser inerte]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-8619539540078406593?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-43888789806914076662007-01-12T14:30:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:28.891+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RaeOkMYmJxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/599kY_RjC-s/s1600-h/maniq.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RaeOkMYmJxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/599kY_RjC-s/s320/maniq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019137062178531090" border="0" /></a>Sonrisas inertes<br /><br />que alegran escaparates,<br /><br />al otro lado del cristal.<br /><br />[Somos maniquíes]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-4388878980691407666?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-51779206618650281762007-01-11T10:51:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:29.287+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RaYJNcYmJwI/AAAAAAAAACE/0-J69HDH7Mc/s1600-h/1164956169_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RaYJNcYmJwI/AAAAAAAAACE/0-J69HDH7Mc/s320/1164956169_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018708961313302274" border="0" /></a><br />Hipoteca coste cero<br /><br />sin especulación,<br /><br />vivienda digna<br /><br />con vistas a la naturaleza.<br /><br />[Con la casa a cuestas]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-5177920661865028176?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-67884593883728145432007-01-10T11:11:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:29.540+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RaS8IsYmJvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fn-QEiYE-Wo/s1600-h/1138685767_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RaS8IsYmJvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fn-QEiYE-Wo/s320/1138685767_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018342742336874226" border="0" /></a><br />Los trenes pasan<br /><br />no importa la edad,<br /><br />te subes, te bajas,<br /><br />no importa la edad.<br /><br />[En busca de ese tren]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-6788459388372814543?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-54577614962385268062007-01-09T12:47:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:29.744+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RaOB4ZA2qcI/AAAAAAAAABs/RuLwtC6fK8M/s1600-h/spd.fotologs.net.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RaOB4ZA2qcI/AAAAAAAAABs/RuLwtC6fK8M/s320/spd.fotologs.net.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017997215607990722" border="0" /></a><br />Confortable cama de madera,<br /><br />tapiflex a la intemperie<br /><br />con vistas a las estrellas<br /><br />y climatizador natural.<br /><br />[Y no lo venden en ikea]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-5457761496238526806?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-85692815494998920152007-01-08T12:47:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:29.893+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RaIvtZA2qbI/AAAAAAAAABg/xZBkHiNXD04/s1600-h/spe.fotologs.net.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RaIvtZA2qbI/AAAAAAAAABg/xZBkHiNXD04/s320/spe.fotologs.net.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017625391699241394" border="0" /></a><br />Dejando huella,<br /><br />evitando el traspiés,<br /><br />dejando huella,<br /><br />esta vez indeleble.<br /><br />[Pisando el suelo]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-8569281549499892015?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-32293210258498837202007-01-07T22:40:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:30.357+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RaFpLJA2qaI/AAAAAAAAABU/qoC9aiyjzoM/s1600-h/1167966468_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RaFpLJA2qaI/AAAAAAAAABU/qoC9aiyjzoM/s320/1167966468_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017407099986422178" border="0" /></a><br />A seguir el camino,<br /><br />curvas, rectas y badenes<br /><br />que deberemos sortear<br /><br />con la mayor de las suertes.<br /><br />[Todos los caminos me llevan a ti]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-3229321025849883720?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-77281851826769334832007-01-02T14:10:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:30.544+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RZpaFjuFC1I/AAAAAAAAABI/dl6rdKa602k/s1600-h/habitai%C3%B3n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RZpaFjuFC1I/AAAAAAAAABI/dl6rdKa602k/s320/habitai%C3%B3n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015420186564823890" border="0" /></a><br />Comencemos,<br /><br />de nuevo,<br /><br />la habitación vacía,<br /><br />doce meses para llenarla.<br /><br />[Muebles de una vida]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-7728185182676933483?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-25906174928981039512006-12-31T14:39:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:30.953+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RZe-vmbitFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zQNGMsD5jlI/s1600-h/fin+de+a%C3%B1o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RZe-vmbitFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zQNGMsD5jlI/s320/fin+de+a%C3%B1o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014686435079533650" border="0" /></a><br />Menos para más,<br /><br />queda menos<br /><br />y sumamos otro año más.<br /><br />[El tiempo preso en un reloj]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-2590617492898103951?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-31489772159502689272006-12-26T14:22:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:31.326+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RZEicWbitEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qa50bZ3f2xk/s1600-h/1139375901_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RZEicWbitEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qa50bZ3f2xk/s320/1139375901_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012825730692854850" border="0" /></a><br />Regalos por Navidad<br /><br />para los que no están,<br /><br />Natividad herida.<br /><br />[Nace y muere Jesús, todos los días]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-3148977215950268927?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-83536107819101696962006-12-24T12:07:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:31.460+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RY5fuGbitDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cDZIZmvk-HA/s1600-h/1139285952_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RY5fuGbitDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cDZIZmvk-HA/s320/1139285952_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012048680914695218" border="0" /></a><br />Sigan la estrella<br /><br />y avísenme cuando llegue.<br /><br />[Esas colgaduras brillantes]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-8353610781910169696?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-55811326747436717592006-12-13T18:18:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:31.771+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RYA2OchzQyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EsFUJus4KEo/s1600-h/1139418424_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RYA2OchzQyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EsFUJus4KEo/s320/1139418424_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008062407440024354" border="0" /></a><br />Las chimeneas comienzan a vivir<br /><br />su particular villancico de hollín.<br /><br />¡Más madera, más madera!<br /><br />[La justa y necesaria]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-5581132674743671759?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-28764554444623138372006-12-10T22:19:00.000+01:002008-12-11T01:22:31.895+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RXx6iNWSfHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OOe-8iWOyLg/s1600-h/1139300197_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFurhU1Yiic/RXx6iNWSfHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OOe-8iWOyLg/s320/1139300197_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007011613846436978" border="0" /></a><br />Las primeras migas de nieve<br /><br />propician un rumor gélido<br /><br />en las alfombras de los parques,<br /><br />arriesgando su existencia<br /><br />a la mirada de un rayo de sol.<br /><br />[Muñecos de frío]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-2876455444462313837?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-28729583014374558352006-12-01T10:49:00.000+01:002006-12-01T10:54:46.362+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/160/4472/1600/881347/columpio.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/160/4472/320/336147/columpio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Se balancea el frío<br /><br />en el mes de la ilusión.<br /><br />Expectantes los niños.<br /><br />[El mareo del sueño]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-2872958301437455835?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-70066502963772263432006-11-29T11:19:00.000+01:002006-11-29T11:28:54.476+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/160/4472/1600/321396/1139390095_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/160/4472/320/269197/1139390095_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Derrama el agua de una fuente....<br /><br />Comprobarás que el agua<br /><br />es la única verdad.<br /><br />[Y moja]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-7006650296377226343?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-71094545298881987772006-11-28T11:01:00.000+01:002006-11-28T11:03:43.017+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/160/4472/1600/EL%20primer%20beso.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/160/4472/320/EL%20primer%20beso.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Acércate que vamos a jugar a hacer la guerra<br /><br />más pacífica del mundo.<br /><br />[Mezclando verso y saliva]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-7109454529888198777?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-74474473895312479972006-11-24T17:51:00.000+01:002006-11-24T17:55:13.596+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/160/4472/1600/391268/Paisaje.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/160/4472/320/260438/Paisaje.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />El cielo va conformando paisajes<br /><br />al paso de las estaciones,<br /><br />dando vida a la aridez.<br /><br />[Creando colores en la sombra]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-7447447389531247997?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-59230302524333904902006-11-23T09:59:00.000+01:002006-11-23T10:01:17.180+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/160/4472/1600/479990/1151213334_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/160/4472/320/644361/1151213334_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Marga grita su belleza,<br /><br />es un beso polinizado.<br /><br />[En color de otoño]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-5923030252433390490?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-34064125852973487882006-11-21T10:20:00.000+01:002006-11-21T10:22:37.979+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/160/4472/1600/59109/enchufe_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/160/4472/320/156065/enchufe_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Y buscó el sexo femenino por toda la casa<br /><br />sin percatarse que en cualquier pared...<br /><br />[Metáfora eléctrica]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-3406412585297348788?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-47219789960326498032006-11-20T09:21:00.000+01:002006-11-20T09:23:05.948+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/160/4472/1600/491105/spa.fotologs.net.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/160/4472/320/269736/spa.fotologs.net.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />A veces el camino se encuentra lleno de desconchones<br /><br />para que podamos rellenar nosotros ese trozo de suelo.<br /><br />[Edificamos nuestro solar]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-4721978996032649803?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-75685237908687403322006-11-17T11:40:00.000+01:002006-11-17T11:43:10.679+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/160/4472/1600/135812/1163422955_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/160/4472/320/859835/1163422955_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Se confunde el caos entre los edificios<br /><br />maquillando fachadas desordenadas<br /><br />con pigmentos del cosmos en la ciudad.<br /><br />[Confusión de belleza]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-7568523790868740332?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-35896122507561191952006-11-15T14:01:00.000+01:002006-11-15T14:02:53.002+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/160/4472/1600/An%3Fs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/160/4472/320/An%3Fs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En breve, el tiempo del anís.<br /><br />[Dando calor al frío]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-3589612250756119195?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-42260472124845972422006-11-13T15:17:00.000+01:002006-11-13T15:19:10.013+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/160/4472/1600/1163424576_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/160/4472/320/1163424576_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Se dice que la naturaleza es sabia.<br /><br />[Lo sabía]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-4226047212484597242?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-1163265000803295242006-11-11T18:01:00.000+01:002006-11-13T15:12:51.360+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/1600/Experimentaci.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/320/Experimentaci.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="postbody">He sentido un movimiento de ojos tras mi espalda.<br /><br />He auscultado un manto de huesos de tierra bajos mis pies.<br /><br />Creí respirar oxígeno cuando sólo me preocupé de abrir la nariz<br />para que entrara.<br /><br />He probado la lengua de los insectos en un beso de aire.<br /><br />Me he bañado en un mar de piedras de agua.<br /><br />[Curioso, y sin probar gota de alcohol]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-116326500080329524?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-1163059634273893862006-11-09T09:02:00.000+01:002006-11-13T15:12:50.401+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/1600/ojos%20de%20gato.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/320/ojos%20de%20gato.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />¿Y qué son las estrellas?<br /><br />Ojos de gatos en la oscuridad.<br /><br />[Miau]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-116305963427389386?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-1162999638695210142006-11-08T16:24:00.000+01:002006-11-13T15:12:49.988+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/1600/Angel_Negro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/320/Angel_Negro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="postbody">Tu color es lo de menos.<br /><br />-O al menos eso dicen en Benetton-<br /><br />Otra cosa es lo que opinen los hombres.<br /><br /><br />"Y cuentan que bajó del cielo<br /><br />y se asombraron al ver la piel y el sexo del Nazareno"<br /><br /><br />[Las apariencias engañan]<br /><br />Salmo de piedra caliza nº1.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-116299963869521014?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-1162979825134744682006-11-08T10:44:00.000+01:002006-11-13T15:12:49.602+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/1600/imagen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/320/imagen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Procura salir del nido,<br /><br />de poco sirve encerrarse,<br /><br />expúlsa(te) hacia fuera,<br /><br />no lo pienses dos veces.<br /><br />[Vuela]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-116297982513474468?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-1162891493774900152006-11-07T10:17:00.000+01:002006-11-13T15:12:49.331+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/1600/pros.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/320/pros.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />¿Quién la compró con dinero?<br /><br />¿La debilidad/necesidad/falta de consuelo del hombre<br /><br />o el vicio y la perturbación de un enfermo?<br /><br />[EL mercado laboral y la competencia perfecta, mejor dicho, el monopolio de la historia de la humanidad entre las piernas de Magdalena]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-116289149377490015?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-1162817205253069122006-11-06T13:35:00.000+01:002006-11-13T15:12:48.988+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/1600/pena.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/320/pena.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />¿Quién es el hombre?<br /><br />No hay mayor pena -tristeza-<br /><br />que la condena -pena-<br /><br />que apena al hombre<br /><br />y lo iguala al asesino.<br /><br />Me apena la muerte,<br /><br />¿Triste muerte?<br /><br />El mayor castigo es morir de pena<br /><br />y no el ser sentenciado con la pena de muerte.<br /><br />¿Quién es el hombre?<br /><br />A veces, un vidicida con careta de homicida.<br /><br />¿Quién es el hombre?<br /><br />Un apenado de muerte,<br /><br />un muerto de pena.<br /><br />[En pleno siglo XXI y seguimos con la ley del Talión]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-116281720525306912?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-1162477085381758222006-11-02T15:04:00.000+01:002006-11-13T15:12:48.572+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/1600/Image140_edited.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/320/Image140_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="postbody">Esta tarde diseminada de lluvia<br /><br />me recuerda el tacto del agua<br /><br />calando los huesos del alma,<br /><br />vertida en la eternidad de tu recuerdo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-116247708538175822?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-1162462409183771362006-11-02T11:09:00.000+01:002006-11-13T15:12:48.162+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/1600/IMG_3561.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/320/IMG_3561.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />En tiempos de lluvia es bueno abrir las ventanas,<br /><br />dejar que las gotas de agua entren por las ranuras.<br /><br />Aí reciclamos la atmósfera de nuestra habitación<br /><br />y enjuagamos el espíritu del hogar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-116246240918377136?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-1162252932258161742006-10-31T00:44:00.000+01:002006-11-13T15:12:47.884+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/1600/cabina.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/320/cabina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />- ...<br /><br />- ¡¡¡Que se corta, que se corta...<br /><br />- ...<br /><br />- Que te quiero mucho...<br /><br />- ...<br /><br />- ...Adiós!!!<br /><br /><br />[Hoy en día, con el móvil y las tarifas planas, ya no es lo mismo]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-116225293225816174?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-1162198526532551072006-10-30T09:52:00.000+01:002006-11-13T15:12:47.538+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/1600/Coraz%3F%3Fn_edited.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/320/Coraz%3F%3Fn_edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />A menudo me acusan de ser demasiado visceral<br /><br />por escupir lo que siento en cualquier sitio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-116219852653255107?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-1162117907757642492006-10-29T11:25:00.000+01:002006-11-13T15:12:47.011+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/1600/IMG_3524.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/320/IMG_3524.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />La sociedad desde tiempos prehistóricos se ha sustentado en la cacería, para conseguir un fin u otro, es algo que ha permanecido intacto e inherente al ser humano, pese al paso del tiempo.<br /><br />Con o sin licencia para disparar, para eso algunos sí que son libres.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-116211790775764249?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-1162034431890869522006-10-28T13:19:00.000+02:002006-11-13T15:12:46.680+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/1600/IMG_3569-1.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/320/IMG_3569-1.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119);">A menudo, sucede que lo que creemos ver realmente no existe, otras veces, ocurre lo contrario.<br />La imaginación echa en falta el desarrollo de su agudeza, el ingenio, para algunos, es una extravagancia, para otros, otra forma de ver, sentir y expresar el mundo. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-116203443189086952?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-1161938016335276162006-10-27T10:24:00.000+02:002006-11-13T15:12:44.140+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/1600/gotas.1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 212px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/320/gotas.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/1600/venas.3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/320/venas.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />-¿Te queda mucho?<br /><br />-Un par de gotas.<br /><br />-Ah, vale.<br /><br />[A veces, no sabemos realmente qué preguntamos por no ahondar más en la otra persona]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-116193801633527616?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-1161866202174517272006-10-26T14:32:00.000+02:002006-11-13T15:12:43.942+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/1600/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/320/images.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Suena el agua como una caída eterna incrustada en el grifo.<br />Probablemente los sueños se diluyen en el agua, quizá todos recordamos la primera vez en que se mojó nuestra ropa interior, los anuncios del risavisor nos dicen que somos agua, que sentimos agua que bebemos agua.<br />Cuidado con mirar mucho al sol, vaya a ser que nos evaporemos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-116186620217451727?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36634784.post-1161863886982163552006-10-26T13:55:00.000+02:002006-11-13T15:12:43.692+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/1600/1161845491_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7707/4098/320/1161845491_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Vivir, eterna duda, eterna deuda, en un mundo que corre aprisa y respirar es cada vez más difícil, a pesar de los vidicidas, que son todos aquellos que viven y sienten, a la par que transmiten vida.<br />Comenzamos esta nueva vida, cada mañana, cada día. Sin ser esclavos del tiempo<br />Estamos en ello.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36634784-116186388698216355?l=viscelanea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vidicidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540237989560469152noreply@blogger.com0