<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:23:17.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AneGdotario</title><subtitle type='html'>poesía</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-2733928714159691574</id><published>2007-06-18T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T01:54:52.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Lejos del poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lejos del poema&lt;br /&gt;El corazón sabe a piedra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los momentos deben llenarse de cosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nos alejan de nuestra cara en ruinas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lejos del poema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos siendo los mismos desconocidos de siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me reconozco en el tumulto de cosas que me rodean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llaves&lt;br /&gt;Vasos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cenizas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y para cuando el sendero se libera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuándo dejara pasar al poema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y al poeta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-2733928714159691574?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-6438061002353960989</id><published>2007-05-20T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:06:03.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Entre música y pedacitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Un libro abierto a medias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Regalándonos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Media verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Media fantasía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Un collar de perlas hecho con notas musicales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Algo de humo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;En mi silla del rescate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rescatarse de uno mismo&lt;br /&gt;Pedacito a pedacito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Reconfortar al otro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Al que recibe las cachetadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Regresar a la mano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;A la mano de ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;A la caricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y comprender de pronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que detrás del ser de ingestión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Detrás de la máquina hipertensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Propensa al estrés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Al cálculo binario &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;O vesicular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Existe un río de sangre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que corre por ahí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por otros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Infinitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Poderosos caminos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-6438061002353960989?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/6438061002353960989/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=6438061002353960989' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/6438061002353960989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/6438061002353960989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2007/05/entre-msica-y-pedacitos-un-libro.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-117432757163896128</id><published>2007-03-19T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:06:11.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt; Retrato parte 1&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Por donde empezar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Una foto?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Si el espejo mismo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;No es capaz de mostrar mi propio rostro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;De que vale entender mi piel marrón-oro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bañada por niñez provinciana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Si eso está tan lejos como tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Entonces  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Empiezo por los mios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; Decir que son Azul-Grisáceos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;No te alcanzará para comprender mi mirada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cargada de contemplaciones decepcionadas  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mejor dejar la rotunda delgadez de mi osamenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Para una nueva historia   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y encarar esa otra construcción &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas anárquica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas caprichosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;La que te baña el color interno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Precioso e incomprensible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como las telas de Kandinsky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Depurado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Exacto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Claro como un poema de Borges &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Peligrosamente iluminado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como cualquier linea de Cortazar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Descarnadamente erótico Como los versos de Paco Urondo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;El color que te sitúa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;En la punta del puente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Donde alguna vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se sentara a contemplar el mundo Nicanor Parra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y viera a Celestino y el alba (Reinaldo Arenas) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Derramandose en poesía &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sobre las mismas piedras  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ese es el color que me pertenece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que me formó de la nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Desde un manojo de sueños &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hasta éste cúmulo de dudas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que hoy llena toda mi certeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Crecí creyendo en los que descreían de casi todo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nada mas que mi instinto me acercó a los libros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Solo las mujeres me alejaron de ellos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y entre sus entregas y rechazos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me obligaron a escribir mi propia historia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;A pintar mi desconcierto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;A dudar de la lógica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y a descubrir al fin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que hay mas razones de peso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;En esa boca entregada a los besos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que en cualquier tratado de filosofía &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Únicamente tienen valor, los pensamientos que se nos ocurren andando". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Federico Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-117432757163896128?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/117432757163896128/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=117432757163896128' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/117432757163896128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/117432757163896128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2007/03/retrato-parte-1-por-donde-empezar-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-116361768433563966</id><published>2006-11-15T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T14:08:04.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Vestido de azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como cuando era posible&lt;br /&gt;Hasta lo imposible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizá&lt;br /&gt;Con unos tintes de violeta&lt;br /&gt;Que las angustias dibujan en los labios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero a pesar del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;El azul persiste&lt;br /&gt;Por detrás de las pupilas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con su extensión de esperanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con su salto de acróbata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con sus ganas metida en la piel&lt;br /&gt;Y de la piel hacia fuera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para comernos el porvenir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se nos antoja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de los años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-116361768433563966?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/116361768433563966/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=116361768433563966' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/116361768433563966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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los sonidos que me rodean&lt;br /&gt;Carecen de todo sentido&lt;br /&gt;Para mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que las calles me son adversas&lt;br /&gt;Y veo el reverso de la moneda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cara&lt;br /&gt;De la cruz que cargué&lt;br /&gt;En el cuesta a bajo de mis veredas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me acompaña la música de mi tribu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy&lt;br /&gt;Que tengo más identidad que nunca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es lógico:&lt;br /&gt;              Un bicho actual, moderno; forzosamente debía ser contradictorio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo cierto es que me tiño&lt;br /&gt;De celeste y blanco sin quererlo&lt;br /&gt;Y a cada paso perdido&lt;br /&gt;Por callejones absurdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termino siendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más argentino que nunca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quererte así…&lt;br /&gt;A la distancia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con ese orgullo&lt;br /&gt;Tan nuestro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan inigualable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdonarte…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamás&lt;br /&gt;Patria expulsora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olvidarte…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sos más mía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que la puta madre de los gobernantes&lt;br /&gt;Que me echaron al destierro&lt;br /&gt;En busca de sustento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tiño de argentino&lt;br /&gt;Sin quererlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Virginia&lt;br /&gt;En Miami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En New York&lt;br /&gt;O en México&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde quiera que mis pasos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Busquen la raíz quebrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cimiente que grita basta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La que canta siempre&lt;br /&gt;Su canción de tribu&lt;br /&gt;Como para dar testimonio de lo que somos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de los que quisieron enterrarnos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque estamos fuera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero nunca lejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-116361625397535783?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/116361625397535783/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=116361625397535783' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/116361625397535783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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gaviota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscando desesperadamente una vertiente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como gaviota&lt;br /&gt;En la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atravesando el asfalto&lt;br /&gt;Las rutas&lt;br /&gt;Los cristales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscando encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Un cause que desemboque&lt;br /&gt;En aquél ansiado&lt;br /&gt;Recordado mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del que no queríamos salir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscando entre los edificios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los drenajes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una ruta hacia el mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como gaviota&lt;br /&gt;Perdida en la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así va mi día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese blanco punto&lt;br /&gt;Que no condice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como gaviota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un mar de gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscando el espacio perdido&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-115272782093932864?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/115272782093932864/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=115272782093932864' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/115272782093932864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/115272782093932864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2006/07/como-gaviota-como-gaviota-buscando.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-113839071244189891</id><published>2006-01-27T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T14:38:32.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Tijuana Corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rozo lo increíble&lt;br /&gt;De la ciudad abyecta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De las calzadas&lt;br /&gt;Donde se descalza la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cruda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pudredumbre&lt;br /&gt;en medio de un baldío&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie ve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie escucha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí&lt;br /&gt;Se muere la carne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y nadie lo percibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-113839071244189891?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/113839071244189891/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=113839071244189891' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/113839071244189891'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Dejandose llevar por la corriente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mersed del azar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La belleza de la caracola&lt;br /&gt;Descarada y a flor de piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tiene verguenza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No buesca el ojo sencible&lt;br /&gt;Solo&lt;br /&gt;Topa con él&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo está allí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre las pistas que deja el mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La belleza de la caracola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y quien tenga la dicha de verla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quie tenga un ojo abierto&lt;br /&gt;A dimitus asombros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sabra de otra cosa&lt;br /&gt;Más que de admirarla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No podrá hacer otra cosa&lt;br /&gt;Más que amarla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la caracola de descarada belleza&lt;br /&gt;Que se deja llevar por las olas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que puede quedar olvidada en las arenas&lt;br /&gt;Sin dejar de ser única&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin dejar de ser ella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicadas&lt;br /&gt;Imperseptibles diferencias&lt;br /&gt;Le adornan la boca y las caderas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caracola inmovil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo mueve tu presencia&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-113511481342971555?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/113511481342971555/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hilos de Sangre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;No hay distancia capaz de cortar los hilos que une el amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la sangre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-113355367385073822?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/113355367385073822/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=113355367385073822' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/113355367385073822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/113355367385073822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/12/hilos-de-sangre-no-hay-distancia-capaz.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-113355355231963144</id><published>2005-12-02T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:13:31.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Te Llevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Llevarse&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que cubren la espantosa aridez&lt;br /&gt;Con su encanto maravilla&lt;br /&gt;Su ilusión niña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aterradoramente&lt;br /&gt;Mágica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llevarme&lt;br /&gt;Tu calor&lt;br /&gt;Ardiendo en mis mejillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(El que te robo&lt;br /&gt;En esos minutos de ensueño)&lt;br /&gt;Y que envuelve&lt;br /&gt;Con su manto de tibiezas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hielos de rostros&lt;br /&gt;Sumidos en la nada y la miseria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llevarte en la sangre&lt;br /&gt;Y en el vientre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para darle sentido a tanta sin razón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tanto dolor&lt;br /&gt;A todos los faltantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llevo tu abrazo puesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El día entero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sol&lt;br /&gt;Tus ansias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus uñas tus fantasmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llevando...&lt;br /&gt;Te reconstruyo un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Que éste ahora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos niega de playas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ensoñación y arena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escurrida entre los dedos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la brisa aquella&lt;br /&gt;Chapoteando en las esperas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te llevo ensima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cálida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cargo con tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;De ver más lejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es grande este lugar&lt;br /&gt;Donde se abren caminos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí donde mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Daba su puesta de sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su fin de círculo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su último y penoso&lt;br /&gt;Aletazo final&lt;br /&gt;Fuera de los causes del río&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí&lt;br /&gt;Donde iniciaba&lt;br /&gt;Ese estar sólo para siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te llevo&lt;br /&gt;Y voy con vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrando un sendero para andar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde solo estaba el vacío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-113355355231963144?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/113355355231963144/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=113355355231963144' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/113355355231963144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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más que los caminos intenten sumirlos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En pasados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-113355340468167912?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/113355340468167912/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=113355340468167912' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/113355340468167912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/113355340468167912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/12/presente-y-los-hijos-sern-siempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-113355313094591876</id><published>2005-12-02T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T14:52:10.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cosas Serias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me dijo al oído&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La vida no es tan seria&lt;br /&gt;Como se la imaginan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y echamos a andar&lt;br /&gt;Por caminos desconocidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-113355313094591876?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/113355313094591876/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=113355313094591876' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/113355313094591876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/113355313094591876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/12/cosas-serias-me-dijo-al-odo-la-vida-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-112174392599578077</id><published>2005-07-18T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T23:32:06.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;“En ti… Sin ti…” (contigo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oscuros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con equipo de CD&lt;br /&gt;“Ocho-Pilas-Grandes”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamaño Bazooka!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sudando Gospel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Calles de transito y gritos…)&lt;br /&gt;Y yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdido en tu sabor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorriendo un laberinto&lt;br /&gt;Que ilumina mi sangre&lt;br /&gt;Que me rescata del tedio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y nadie ve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo a esas personas&lt;br /&gt;Enfrascadas en sus lecturas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mi concentración…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vuela tras una mariposa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vuela&lt;br /&gt;COMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una mariposa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se queda clavada&lt;br /&gt;En una insignificante pelusa&lt;br /&gt;Sobre el hombro de aquel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo me sopla en el oído&lt;br /&gt;Que busque&lt;br /&gt;Que busque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no pare de buscar&lt;br /&gt;Tus libélulas&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de éste vagón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tarea de gigantes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esas noches largas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las noches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;En que todos pescan cuerpos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compañías&lt;br /&gt;Bocinas&lt;br /&gt;Milagros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo&lt;br /&gt;Husmeo en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que no están&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es raro&lt;br /&gt;Sentir como los conceptos&lt;br /&gt;Se derriten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se desvisten&lt;br /&gt;Y dividen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparten los caminos de los ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que vagan buscando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ningún lugar&lt;br /&gt;Y todos los rincones…&lt;br /&gt;Siguiendo tus libélulas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin encontrar&lt;br /&gt;El almohadón de plumas&lt;br /&gt;En que descansa tu ombligo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me aburre la eternidad&lt;br /&gt;De los diarios del Domingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y su filosofía barata&lt;br /&gt;De&lt;br /&gt;“Piensa como yo lo digo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde están tus labios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde&lt;br /&gt;El reparo de sábanas en siesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu abrigo…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un absurdo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Gira con sus mascaras&lt;br /&gt;A cinco centímetros de la planta de mis pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me empecino en volar con vos&lt;br /&gt;Estático en tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rumbo de mariposa&lt;br /&gt;Que encuentra su nido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-112174392599578077?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/112174392599578077/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=112174392599578077' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/112174392599578077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/112174392599578077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/07/en-ti-sin-ti-contigo-oscuros-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-112131307665817976</id><published>2005-07-13T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:51:16.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;PASADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Es como&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tener que despedirnos&lt;br /&gt;De una vieja herida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin darnos cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Comenzó a cicatrizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Tan grande el dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan ácido el desgarro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que entre gritos&lt;br /&gt;Y llantos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No percibimos&lt;br /&gt;Que ella se cerraba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pronto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos encontramos&lt;br /&gt;Con un llanto absurdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con un grito inútil&lt;br /&gt;Imposible de detener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo&lt;br /&gt;Había pasado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-112131307665817976?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/112131307665817976/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=112131307665817976' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/112131307665817976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/112131307665817976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/07/pasado-es-como-tener-que-despedirnos.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-112114598550895453</id><published>2005-07-12T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T01:26:25.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Te toco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recorro tu geografía&lt;br /&gt;Tratando de descubrir&lt;br /&gt;Los causes de tus ríos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pierdo en tu pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;tratando descubrir el porqué&lt;br /&gt;De tanta pena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te toco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscando los rincones&lt;br /&gt;Donde se quiebran tus pudores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscandote los rincones&lt;br /&gt;Donde te desnudes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-112114598550895453?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/112114598550895453/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=112114598550895453' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/112114598550895453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/112114598550895453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/07/te-toco-recorro-tu-geografa-tratando.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-112099543830028042</id><published>2005-07-10T07:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T07:37:18.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;El día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El día a día&lt;br /&gt;Se dedica a maltratarnos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minuciosamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En pedacitos de papel&lt;br /&gt;Que pugnan por explicarlo&lt;br /&gt;Sin saber&lt;br /&gt;Como&lt;br /&gt;Ni cuando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que se enfrascan&lt;br /&gt;En descubrir&lt;br /&gt;O inventar historias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las que nunca sabremos&lt;br /&gt;Cuanto de verdad encierran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El día&lt;br /&gt;Se nos llena&lt;br /&gt;De pasos absurdos&lt;br /&gt;Por carreras&lt;br /&gt;Más absurdas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y miles de silencios&lt;br /&gt;Ahogan los murmullos&lt;br /&gt;De transeúntes&lt;br /&gt;Que poco nos importan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El día a día&lt;br /&gt;Nos ocupa&lt;br /&gt;En millones de cosas&lt;br /&gt;Que nada valen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hay un hueco de silencio&lt;br /&gt;Que edifico&lt;br /&gt;Despegando hasta tu orilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así...&lt;br /&gt;Recorro tus rincones imprudentes&lt;br /&gt;Respirando de tus aguas más ocultas&lt;br /&gt;Y caigo a la noche clara&lt;br /&gt;De tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el día&lt;br /&gt;Se evapora&lt;br /&gt;En mi sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empiezo&lt;br /&gt;Entonces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A habitar tu ombligo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para borrarle al día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su maltrato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-112099543830028042?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/112099543830028042/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=112099543830028042' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/112099543830028042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/112099543830028042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/07/el-da-el-da-da-se-dedica-maltratarnos.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-112050129657268382</id><published>2005-07-04T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T14:21:36.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Qué serías si fueras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Si fuera el viento&lt;br /&gt;El que te trajese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese...&lt;br /&gt;Que te descansa en mi playa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para dejar que me expliques&lt;br /&gt;Un mundo&lt;br /&gt;Donde vale la pena&lt;br /&gt;Estar vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera el tallo&lt;br /&gt;De una amarilis silvestre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El que acerca tus formas&lt;br /&gt;A las mías&lt;br /&gt;Para regalarme el premio&lt;br /&gt;De poder latirme en tus contornos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera la música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa que besa mi oído&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La que entrega&lt;br /&gt;Tus labios a mis labios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si fueras río&lt;br /&gt;Y risa&lt;br /&gt;Vendaval y llanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si fueras reparo y tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Tardes con su siesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No serías&lt;br /&gt;Más de lo que eres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni yo&lt;br /&gt;Podría amarte más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo tanto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que todo lo eres&lt;br /&gt;Sin quererlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que todo lo ocupas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin notarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-112050129657268382?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/112050129657268382/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=112050129657268382' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/112050129657268382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/112050129657268382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/07/qu-seras-si-fueras-si-fuera-el-viento.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-112026145410241983</id><published>2005-07-01T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T19:44:14.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Me basta con vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Basta que tu palabra&lt;br /&gt;Asome entre las nubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el día aclara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y las certezas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vuelven brillo en mis pupilas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese penar&lt;br /&gt;De ser parte de ésta raza&lt;br /&gt;Diminuta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se redime con tus manos&lt;br /&gt;De esculpir estrellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta con bajar el volumen&lt;br /&gt;De los televisores del tedio&lt;br /&gt;Y arrancar melodías de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saben del camino&lt;br /&gt;Hasta un cielo mágico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde duerme el sereno su siesta de abrazos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que el paso tembloroso&lt;br /&gt;Se haga firme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y se tiendan los puentes&lt;br /&gt;De tu mano a mi espalda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mi boca a tu cuello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De los ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al miedo sepultado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta con encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el fin de mi tarde&lt;br /&gt;Para llenar de brillos mi neblina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De copas la sed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De por venir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los pasos del vacío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta con saber&lt;br /&gt;Que estás aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soplando un&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te necesito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En mis mejillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para encontrarle sentido&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tanta herida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-112026145410241983?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/112026145410241983/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=112026145410241983' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/112026145410241983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/112026145410241983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/07/me-basta-con-vos-basta-que-tu-palabra.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111991158126071150</id><published>2005-06-27T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T23:33:04.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Café con vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me tomo un café con vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En ésta tarde a solas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me tomo un café con vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que huele a beso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A instante después&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me tomo un café con vos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y el silencio huele a música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Te cuento de todos los dolores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y es como que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De golpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A golpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se apaciguan en tu boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¡Qué raro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y grato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El rato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De tenerte tanto! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me tomo un café con vos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y te cuento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que el sol no aprendió&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A despuntar todavía &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y sin embargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigue siendo tierno verlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Le falta el sabor a café&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De tus labios en los míos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para aprender a andar brillando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por ahí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me tomo un café con vos a solas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ésta tarde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para traerte a los lugares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Donde le haces tanta falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A mi sangre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111991158126071150?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111991158126071150/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111991158126071150' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111991158126071150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111991158126071150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/06/caf-con-vos-me-tomo-un-caf-con-vos-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111966478679988097</id><published>2005-06-24T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:59:46.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Donde estás&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me habitas el cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cualquier parte&lt;br /&gt;Irreverente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me cosquilleas en las entrañas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde cuando se nubla la vista&lt;br /&gt;Con el verde de tu mirada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde&lt;br /&gt;Cuando aclaras la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te brindo a solas&lt;br /&gt;En cualquier bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te muestro como se avergüenza el sol&lt;br /&gt;Y se va&lt;br /&gt;A iluminar&lt;br /&gt;Lugares que lo merezcan más&lt;br /&gt;Tras los puentes de Jersey City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no me dejas solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni un instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111966478679988097?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111966478679988097/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111966478679988097' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111966478679988097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111966478679988097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/06/aqu-donde-ests-cuando-me-habitas-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111941731745718310</id><published>2005-06-22T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:15:17.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quisiera saber&lt;br /&gt;Si existe algo en  ésta pieza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ésta casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En éste mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no tenga tu aroma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111941731745718310?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111941731745718310/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111941731745718310' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111941731745718310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111941731745718310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/06/todo-quisiera-saber-si-existe-algo-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111941578409980319</id><published>2005-06-22T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:49:44.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;La palabra no dice nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;No hay palabras que pesen&lt;br /&gt;Más de lo que pesa ésta música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es decir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que me habita&lt;br /&gt;Es sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caen en ridículo&lt;br /&gt;El Vaticano&lt;br /&gt;Y Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y las barbaries del mundo moderno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy un espacio habitado por los tigres&lt;br /&gt;Y la sed&lt;br /&gt;De tejerte milagros&lt;br /&gt;Entre las piernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nueva Babilonia&lt;br /&gt;(New York para los amigos)&lt;br /&gt;Es un payaso&lt;br /&gt;Que me mata de risa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una pena profunda&lt;br /&gt;Como todo payaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(La mascarada de trapo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver el mundo desde ésta nube&lt;br /&gt;Es ver el vuelo de los pájaros&lt;br /&gt;(Para quien tiene mis ojos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada pesa más que tu palabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y las hazañas de los narcos&lt;br /&gt;Son juegos de infantes&lt;br /&gt;Entre mis manos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Éste no caber&lt;br /&gt;Entre los huesos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planta en el absurdo&lt;br /&gt;Cualquier planteo metafísico&lt;br /&gt;Cualquier teorema insoluble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Si supiera el Rey de copa&lt;br /&gt;Que ridícula queda su corona!!!...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde éste cielo...&lt;br /&gt;En ésta isla bendita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras no valen un carajo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada explican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy un brazo tendido&lt;br /&gt;Hasta tu sangre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es decir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amándote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me resuelven tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Tus caricias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O algún poema mudo&lt;br /&gt;Como éste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cuenta con palabras&lt;br /&gt;Como cuento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no dice mas que amarte&lt;br /&gt;Es la respuesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay palabra capaz de decir nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es sólo urgencia&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111941578409980319?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111941578409980319/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111941578409980319' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111941578409980319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111941578409980319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/06/la-palabra-no-dice-nada-no-hay.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111929540031976781</id><published>2005-06-20T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T15:23:20.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dos cuerpos andan solos&lt;br /&gt;Atravesando la noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se mueven entre máscaras&lt;br /&gt;Y humo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saben que aquí&lt;br /&gt;Sólo mueren un instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O a caso&lt;br /&gt;Lo que muera sea el instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los cuerpos&lt;br /&gt;Enternecen&lt;br /&gt;Entre roces quedos&lt;br /&gt;Que provienen de otros lugares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De las regiones que solemos&lt;br /&gt;Recorrer a párpados cerrados&lt;br /&gt;Y que son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como nuestro brazo izquierdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los cuerpos&lt;br /&gt;Bailan danzas de aproximaciones...&lt;br /&gt;Hacia otros confines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se iluminan...&lt;br /&gt;Sin que nadie lo note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ante la azorada mirada&lt;br /&gt;De quien no puede&lt;br /&gt;dejar de notarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilla tu cadera en la danza&lt;br /&gt;Entre la última copa&lt;br /&gt;Y mis ojos entornados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y dos cuerpos se tocan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se rozan en un reggae lento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascendiendo&lt;br /&gt;En viaje iluminado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sonrisas...&lt;br /&gt;Por la fiesta merecida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los cuerpos se sudan&lt;br /&gt;Se lloran en cada gota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorriéndose de memoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cada movimiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una ofenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que anula las distancias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que se goza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos cuerpos andan juntos&lt;br /&gt;Entre una multitud que se busca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sólo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellos lo notan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111929540031976781?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111929540031976781/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111929540031976781' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111929540031976781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111929540031976781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/06/dos-dos-cuerpos-andan-solos.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111905477916138261</id><published>2005-06-17T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T20:32:59.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Un hilo atado a tu alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Si para cumplir con éste amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es preciso tragarse las lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si para vaciarme en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Es necesario horadar las sombras&lt;br /&gt;De las angustias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será cuestión de aprender&lt;br /&gt;A caminar entre plumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quebrar con los roces las distancias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De buscar el hilo que me ate a tu alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta en las noches de tormenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No temo a las lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El no tener por quien derramarlas&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111905477916138261?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111905477916138261/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111905477916138261' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111905477916138261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111905477916138261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/06/un-hilo-atado-tu-alma-si-para-cumplir.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111870106668612557</id><published>2005-06-13T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T18:17:46.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Refugio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Éstas calles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espantan la belleza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por eso es bueno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mirarlas desde arriba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Despegarse de sus baldosas sucias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De sus roses con mendigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y vendedores encubiertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ni los gatos guardan misterio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En éstas calles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por eso es bueno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mirarlas desde arriba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desde los puentes  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Es decir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Un cachito más cerca del cielo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como apoyado en tus sienes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como tocando tus silencios  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Éstas calles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espantan la belleza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por eso es bueno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomar distancia de ellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y refugiarse en tus cabellos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111870106668612557?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111870106668612557/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111870106668612557' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111870106668612557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111870106668612557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/06/refugio-stas-calles-espantan-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111843109060297320</id><published>2005-06-10T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T15:18:10.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Manía de poeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tal vez sea sólo una de mis manías&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sigo buscando entre palabras&lt;br /&gt;Respuestas que nunca fueron pronunciadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca las encuentre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sólo provengan&lt;br /&gt;De antiguos cajones&lt;br /&gt;Que abren los ojos&lt;br /&gt;Cuando se cierran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palabras&lt;br /&gt;Como alas de pájaros&lt;br /&gt;Como el vientecito que deja detrás de ti&lt;br /&gt;Tu cabello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palabras que quedan cortas&lt;br /&gt;Cuando intentan respuestas&lt;br /&gt;Porque nacen de los rincones&lt;br /&gt;Que estremecen las certezas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cajones del alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De los ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde late&lt;br /&gt;Lo que cuenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez sólo sea&lt;br /&gt;Manía de poeta&lt;br /&gt;Buscar palabras&lt;br /&gt;Para intentar definir&lt;br /&gt;La totalidad de tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El estrago que causa en mis manos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La felicidad&lt;br /&gt;Que clava en mi sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manía de llenar&lt;br /&gt;Eso que&lt;br /&gt;De por sí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está tan repleto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo buscando palabras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todas las respuestas&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca fueron dichas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque son más grandes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mucho más grandes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cualquier palabra&lt;br /&gt;De esas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pretenden traducirlas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111843109060297320?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111843109060297320/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111843109060297320' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111843109060297320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111843109060297320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/06/mana-de-poeta-tal-vez-sea-slo-una-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111811780905671389</id><published>2005-06-07T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T00:16:49.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Pertenecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pertenecerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sin importar el tiempo ni la distancia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estar en vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y resolverse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esas cosas que pasan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Una sola vez en la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y a pocos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A casi nadie  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pertenecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sin importar si estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O si te has ido  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pertenecerte  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y brilla el día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y hasta esta absurda rutina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cobra sentido  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En sangre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En dedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En sueños &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y en caprichos  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pertenecerte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Es estar vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111811780905671389?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111811780905671389/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111811780905671389' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111811780905671389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111811780905671389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/06/pertenecer-pertenecerte-sin-importar.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111808285000954110</id><published>2005-06-06T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T14:34:10.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No soy de los que hacen recuentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero si me viera en la obligación de hacerlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendría que admitir&lt;br /&gt;Que dure mucho más de lo que he vivido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sólo en tus brazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111808285000954110?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111808285000954110/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111808285000954110' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111808285000954110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111808285000954110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/06/balance-no-soy-de-los-que-hacen.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111808270868308858</id><published>2005-06-06T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T14:31:48.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cuando todo pierde peso y consistencia&lt;br /&gt;Y la verdad se vuelve&lt;br /&gt;Una figura difusa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los contornos que me atan&lt;br /&gt;A estas circunstancias&lt;br /&gt;Inevitablemente&lt;br /&gt;Caen en tela de juicio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; No hay más brújula que el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111808270868308858?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111808270868308858/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111808270868308858' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111808270868308858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111808270868308858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/06/si-cuando-todo-pierde-peso-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111768427311944401</id><published>2005-06-01T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:51:13.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Velar tu sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Así&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menos de un centímetro&lt;br /&gt;De tus labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hacer circulitos en tu sien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y perderme en el rojoblanco&lt;br /&gt;De tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velar tu sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y comprender que mi aliento&lt;br /&gt;Pende de tu respiración&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que el mundo se edifica entre esas...&lt;br /&gt;Tus manos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que duermen en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que en el silencio de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Pegado al mío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germinan todos los sonidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que en el calor de tu sudor y el mío&lt;br /&gt;Se edifica un mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que al fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiene sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111768427311944401?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111768427311944401/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111768427311944401' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111768427311944401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111768427311944401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/06/velar-tu-sueo-as-menos-de-un-centmetro.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111748659097452645</id><published>2005-05-30T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T16:56:30.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cerca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acercarse a tus deseos&lt;br /&gt;Y verlo todo...&lt;br /&gt;Del misterioso color de tu piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retenerte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desvanecerlo todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni las lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;Ni el umbral&lt;br /&gt;Pueden ser más fuerte&lt;br /&gt;Que ésta sed&lt;br /&gt;Que me ata a tus contornos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cielo es púrpura&lt;br /&gt;En mis caprichos...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando mueren los ojos&lt;br /&gt;En tus sudores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no hay más verdad&lt;br /&gt;Que tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Reclamando lo que es tuyo&lt;br /&gt;Y el mío...&lt;br /&gt;Entregando&lt;br /&gt;Lo que te pertenece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebiendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llenando de roces&lt;br /&gt;Los silencios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ese espacio&lt;br /&gt;Donde ayer&lt;br /&gt;Nos desnudaron las palabras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni las lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni el umbral...&lt;br /&gt;Que pretende levantar el sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser más verdad&lt;br /&gt;Que ésta comunión desnuda&lt;br /&gt;De labios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De piernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De anhelos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111748659097452645?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111748659097452645/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111748659097452645' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111748659097452645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111748659097452645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/05/cerca-acercarse-tus-deseos-y-verlo.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111698719086039004</id><published>2005-05-24T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:13:10.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Llévate mis manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Llévate mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Hasta allí&lt;br /&gt;Donde te asaltan las sombras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llévate mis besos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no paran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usa ésta sed&lt;br /&gt;Para ahuyentar dolores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llévate mi sexo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que peregrina&lt;br /&gt;Buscando cauces&lt;br /&gt;Llamaradas de luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que te iluminen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis&lt;br /&gt;En tus profundidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lleva hasta aquellos vericuetos&lt;br /&gt;Donde se congregan penas&lt;br /&gt;Para asaltarte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis dedos hambrientos de colonizarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De plantar una bandera de miel&lt;br /&gt;En tu selva...&lt;br /&gt;En tus colinas de espuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llévame en los brazos&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el trueno asecha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llévate&lt;br /&gt;Todo esto que desborda por traducirse&lt;br /&gt;En el maravilloso idioma&lt;br /&gt;De los roces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y de las bocas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que la sangre amontona  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111698719086039004?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111698719086039004/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111698719086039004' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111698719086039004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111698719086039004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/05/llvate-mis-manos-llvate-mis-manos.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111678259384773613</id><published>2005-05-22T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T13:23:13.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Para que se sepa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Llenarlo todo de palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Para que se sepa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque no se aguanta mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hay que sacarlo fuera  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque es demasiado   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Llenarlo todo de palabras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Para que de una vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y por todas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque hay que decirlo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y porque me da la gana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Llenarlo todo de palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Por más que el comisario se confunda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Llenarlo todo de palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque me desbordan  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Para que quede claro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque los sordos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me irritan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque me ahoga en la garganta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y para que se enteren &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Llenarlo todo de palabras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Por más que suenen bobas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Por más que me acusen de romántico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y pasado de moda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Con todas las letras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque me explota  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Llenarlo todo  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;De palabras escritas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;De palabras a gritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;De palabras con sangre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;De palabras sin sombras   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Llenarlo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Todo de palabras para que te cubran  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Para que te vistan la flojera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y te desnuden la ternura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;El fuego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;La mañana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;La cintura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111678259384773613?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111678259384773613/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111678259384773613' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111678259384773613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111678259384773613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/05/para-que-se-sepa-llenarlo-todo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111627786006115194</id><published>2005-05-16T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T17:11:00.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Amándote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esfuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierde peso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cae en su lugar&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo absurdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el pecho no para de explotarse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las manos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cesan de dejar de ser inútiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luna...&lt;br /&gt;Deja por fin&lt;br /&gt;De ser ese ridículo lugar inalcanzable&lt;br /&gt;Para habitarnos los instintos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para atraernos&lt;br /&gt;(Contra todo pronóstico)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que es así&lt;br /&gt;Amarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es ésta experiencia&lt;br /&gt;De estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In-so-por-ta-ble-mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111627786006115194?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111627786006115194/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111627786006115194' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111627786006115194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111627786006115194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/05/amndote-se-esfuma-pierde-peso-cae-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111601506280685940</id><published>2005-05-13T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T16:11:02.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Y si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda la noche a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebiéndote suavemen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entregado a tus necesidades &lt;br /&gt;Para intentar traducir toda la sed&lt;br /&gt;Que siento por vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centímetro a centímetro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poro a poro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En éste camino caprichoso de los cuerpos&lt;br /&gt;Que se sienten tan próximos&lt;br /&gt;Como las almas&lt;br /&gt;Y que lo ansían todo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explorarse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explotarse de felicidad&lt;br /&gt;Como para que el vuelo sea al fin completo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no quede rincón sin recorrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin reconocer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin marcar como territorio propio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamerte dolores&lt;br /&gt;Y olores profundos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saciarse&lt;br /&gt;En los fuegos más profanos&lt;br /&gt;Dejando el uno en el otro&lt;br /&gt;Esas marquitas indelebles&lt;br /&gt;Que se ven mejor entre suspiros&lt;br /&gt;Y ojos entornados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compartiendo ensoñación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magia&lt;br /&gt;Saliva&lt;br /&gt;Sudores&lt;br /&gt;Esperanzas locas&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la redención de un sueño entre tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levitando entre sábanas...&lt;br /&gt;Que le cubran al mundo sus fracasos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda la noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas las noches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A tu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111601506280685940?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111601506280685940/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111601506280685940' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111601506280685940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111601506280685940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/05/y-si-y-si-toda-la-noche-tu-lado.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111584182001284153</id><published>2005-05-11T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T16:03:40.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Herencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lo único que te puedo dar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es el amor más grande del mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si eso te alcanza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja todos tus demonios&lt;br /&gt;Detrás de esa puerta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y llega hasta donde mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Se mueren de frío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin el calor de tu cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111584182001284153?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111584182001284153/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111584182001284153' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111584182001284153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111584182001284153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/05/herencia-lo-nico-que-te-puedo-dar.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111569566682864237</id><published>2005-05-09T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T23:27:46.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ahora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ya paso todo lo que tenía que pasar con mi día, todo lo que me mantiene ocupado, sudado, en actividad constante, todo lo que hace que me diga: estoy lo suficientemente ocupado como para no poder darle la atención que merece. Pero ya todo eso paso, ya la casa está desnuda y yo descalzo, Patti Smith suena irreductible y melancólica y mis manos buscan tu costado. Ahora es cuando crece en mí, la hora de los tigres. Cuando necesitaría que estés allí, en el vértice de la sala, mirando tu mundo insondable; subir y encontrarme con tus labios y que me sanes y traerte de éste lado en un abrazo que pretende perpetuar el segundo y escuchar los vericuetos de tu vuelo y dejarte anidar en mi pecho.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora es cuando necesito amarte con toda la sangre, ahora, que mi hora de los tigres no me permite estar en paz con nada, ni con nadie, ahora que busco tus ojos por todos los rincones, que la sed se agiganta y no hay Coca Cola, ni mate, ni tequila que la borre, que la sacie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora tatuaría en tu piel, el mapa mis deseos, ahora clavaría una estaca en el corazón de cada uno de tus demonios, para que te dejen en paz de una vez y por todas... ahora, subiría hasta tus ojos... o hasta el cielo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es lo mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111569566682864237?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111569566682864237/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111569566682864237' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111569566682864237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111569566682864237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/05/ahora-ya-paso-todo-lo-que-tena-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111549364164974077</id><published>2005-05-07T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T15:20:41.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Devolución&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recrear&lt;br /&gt;Centímetro a centímetro&lt;br /&gt;El deseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que ésta sed&lt;br /&gt;Ésta voluntad&lt;br /&gt;De atarte a mi sangre&lt;br /&gt;Recorra los vericuetos de tus necesidades&lt;br /&gt;Hasta verte brillar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescatada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De éste lado&lt;br /&gt;Donde la confianza&lt;br /&gt;Expediciona en tu carne&lt;br /&gt;En tus más íntimas verdades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y se serenan&lt;br /&gt;Temores e interrogantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los dolores seden&lt;br /&gt;Y los miedos seden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y se agiganta&lt;br /&gt;Ese hambre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más que humano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescatarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que abraces el sueño&lt;br /&gt;En un vuelo manso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me enseñaste a volar&lt;br /&gt;Y a soñar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin cadenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111549364164974077?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111549364164974077/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111549364164974077' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111549364164974077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111549364164974077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/05/devolucin-recrear-centmetro-centmetro.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111518025355610512</id><published>2005-05-04T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T00:17:33.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Acariciarte así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acariciarte así&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quebrando todas las distancias&lt;br /&gt;Y que se derramen en mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Todos los misterios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que la noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que acopla deseos&lt;br /&gt;Me regale los colores&lt;br /&gt;Que me atan a tu talle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se vuelva inevitable&lt;br /&gt;El encontrarme en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;En tu aliento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acariciarte así&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que todo se derrumbe&lt;br /&gt;Sin rozarnos siquiera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que las coordenadas&lt;br /&gt;Que equilibran al mundo&lt;br /&gt;Se resuelvan&lt;br /&gt;En el contacto de mis dedos&lt;br /&gt;Con tu piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acariciarte así&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que hasta lo imposible&lt;br /&gt;Cobre sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acariciarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para curarte&lt;br /&gt;Y curarme los espantos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu vientre&lt;br /&gt;Y mi piel&lt;br /&gt;Tejieron ese encuentro inaplazable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese ritual de bocas y de brazos&lt;br /&gt;Para brillarse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sobrevivirse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para labrar en los cuerpos&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que tiene para entregar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que llaman alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111518025355610512?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111518025355610512/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111518025355610512' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111518025355610512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111518025355610512'/><link 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mis pupilas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saxofones insolentes&lt;br /&gt;Me cuentan que hay miserias&lt;br /&gt;Llenando las calles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cielos posibles&lt;br /&gt;Para los que cruzan el umbral de la ceguera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rompecabezas con mezcal&lt;br /&gt;Mecen el aleteo de tus caderas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfume que me trae de vuelta&lt;br /&gt;Para recuperarme&lt;br /&gt;En el negro noche de tu pelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será posible&lt;br /&gt;Tejer la mañana entre tu cuerpo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despuntar&lt;br /&gt;Con la certeza de tus ojos en la almohada&lt;br /&gt;Construyendo murallas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortalezas para cargar los puños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brillar en vos&lt;br /&gt;Expulsando fantasmas&lt;br /&gt;Y que la razón&lt;br /&gt;Tenga tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Y que la cordura...&lt;br /&gt;Al fin pueda ser otra cosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra cosa lo insano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra cosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuarto es humo&lt;br /&gt;Con vocación de acero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Insignificancias gigantes&lt;br /&gt;Que nos ponen en el otro extremo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde está tu rostro&lt;br /&gt;Apretado a mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un mundo hecho polvo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y otro mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuevo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111456386300481125?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111456386300481125/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Completo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Completo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            Atado a tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;                                            Sobre mis sábanas&lt;br /&gt;                                          Y en vuelo perpetuo&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Entre tu sangre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Cómo ser yo… ya… sin ser vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Cada sueño tuyo... un horizonte mío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Tu espejo y mi sombra&lt;br /&gt;                          Juegan a intercambiar figuras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    A lamerse lentas&lt;br /&gt;                                                 Heridas y placeres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 En los confines de tu norte extremo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inicio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            En las yemas peregrinas de tus dedos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Solo atornillado a tus latidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111420084171404485?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111420084171404485/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111420084171404485' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111420084171404485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111420084171404485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/04/completo-completo-atado-tus-brazos.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111393590123980629</id><published>2005-04-19T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T14:38:21.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Des educar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des educar&lt;br /&gt;De una vez y por todas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque fue demasiado&lt;br /&gt;Lo que tragamos sin hambre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque el hambre&lt;br /&gt;Que no traga bocado&lt;br /&gt;Es demasiado&lt;br /&gt;Como para pretender&lt;br /&gt;Que aprendimos bien la lección&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque un amor&lt;br /&gt;Que no sabe de sueños&lt;br /&gt;Es mas común&lt;br /&gt;E inútil&lt;br /&gt;Que las monedas de centavos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des Educar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al que se pretende normal&lt;br /&gt;Descuartizando el yo&lt;br /&gt;Y el ello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al complaciente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quien durante siglos&lt;br /&gt;Le machacaron las razones&lt;br /&gt;Con eso de que&lt;br /&gt;Sólo cuando le cubran los siete agujeros de su cabeza&lt;br /&gt;Con terrones de tierra negra&lt;br /&gt;Podrá ver&lt;br /&gt;Lo celeste del cielo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des educar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al supremo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al señor de los espejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al último grito de la moda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la piedad de casa de beneficencia&lt;br /&gt;Que compra el perdón de los pecados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des educarlos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya tuvimos suficiente de su credo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111393590123980629?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111393590123980629/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111393590123980629' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111393590123980629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111393590123980629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/04/des-educar-des-educar-de-una-vez-y-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111371316109826944</id><published>2005-04-17T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T00:46:01.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Es que con vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si es que apenas&lt;br /&gt;Me toca el hombro&lt;br /&gt;El mundo con sus bajezas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que algo&lt;br /&gt;Me recuperó&lt;br /&gt;Entre tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si es que no entiendo&lt;br /&gt;Ciertos gestos desesperados&lt;br /&gt;Y me da por reír&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que pude contemplar la noche&lt;br /&gt;A tu lado&lt;br /&gt;Desnudos&lt;br /&gt;Y en tu ventana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si las aterrantes mentiras&lt;br /&gt;En las que&lt;br /&gt;La mayoría de los hombres&lt;br /&gt;Edifican su vida&lt;br /&gt;No valen para mí&lt;br /&gt;Ni un escupitajo en el suelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que tuve tu corazón en mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Tus misterios almibando  mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos de mirar verdades&lt;br /&gt;Posados en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu talle estremecido&lt;br /&gt;En la totalidad de la entrega&lt;br /&gt;Quitándole las angustias a mi vientre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es decir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si la mayoría de las preocupaciones&lt;br /&gt;Que agitan al mundo&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me parecen&lt;br /&gt;Pequeñas distracciones&lt;br /&gt;Que impiden reconocerse&lt;br /&gt;Frente al espejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que di con vos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la vuelta de una esquina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vos que sos el ángel&lt;br /&gt;Más humano que he conocido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y de tu mano estoy recorriendo&lt;br /&gt;Un nuevo camino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me haces sentir&lt;br /&gt;In-so-por-ta-ble-mente&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111371316109826944?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111371316109826944/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111371316109826944' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111371316109826944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111371316109826944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/04/es-que-con-vos-si-es-que-apenas-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111369294411018470</id><published>2005-04-16T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T19:09:04.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Adiós a la muerte  (Abril 12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoy le di el adiós definitivo&lt;br /&gt;A la muerte  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gané esa batalla&lt;br /&gt;Que todos creen perder&lt;br /&gt;Irreversiblemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nació el hijo de mi hijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa pequeñísima parte mía&lt;br /&gt;Que asegura&lt;br /&gt;Que no hay terrón de tierra&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de expulsarme&lt;br /&gt;De ésta tierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y están tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;Esperando la eternidad de mi amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ratificar&lt;br /&gt;Que un instante de vida&lt;br /&gt;Compartida&lt;br /&gt;Es un “Para Siempre”&lt;br /&gt;Desterrando soledades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no hay manera&lt;br /&gt;De atarme a la muerte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111369294411018470?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111369294411018470/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sólo para ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sólo para alguien&lt;br /&gt;Como ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo para ella&lt;br /&gt;Ya que nadie podría ser igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ella que es un todo estremecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son éstos dedos&lt;br /&gt;Capaces de habitarla a la distancia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ella&lt;br /&gt;Que proyecta su oasis&lt;br /&gt;En ésta vorágine&lt;br /&gt;De calles y de trenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que expulsa los relojes&lt;br /&gt;A pura piel&lt;br /&gt;Y haciéndose un nudo entre mis brazo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y asiéndose a mi torso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ella...&lt;br /&gt;Lavadora&lt;br /&gt;De manchas&lt;br /&gt;Que el tiempo dejaba en el umbral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilandera&lt;br /&gt;De sueños&lt;br /&gt;Color caricias&lt;br /&gt;Sabor aliento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ella&lt;br /&gt;Que edificó&lt;br /&gt;Un nido con mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Para guarecerse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo para ella&lt;br /&gt;Deliran éstos ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se entregan éstas manos&lt;br /&gt;Al demencial recorrido&lt;br /&gt;De su todo&lt;br /&gt;Por las cuarenta teclas&lt;br /&gt;Del anhelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo para ella&lt;br /&gt;Que es porvenir&lt;br /&gt;Fragilidad en prosa&lt;br /&gt;Y robusto alimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo para ella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el verso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111352262037538974?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111352262037538974/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111352262037538974' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111352262037538974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111352262037538974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/04/slo-para-ella-slo-para-alguien-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111340900302892782</id><published>2005-04-13T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T19:27:39.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Entrar al sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Entrar al sueño lento&lt;br /&gt;Y entre tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se desdibuja&lt;br /&gt;Para construirse&lt;br /&gt;En tus tibiezas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo éste aquí...&lt;br /&gt;Huele a vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y están los pájaros&lt;br /&gt;Con su alboroto de siesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los diarios ignorantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los vasos de ginebra&lt;br /&gt;Sobre una mesa repleta de piezas&lt;br /&gt;Para construirte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y está tu aroma&lt;br /&gt;Como aquilón de mis instintos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy apagando tus desvelos&lt;br /&gt;Evaporando distancias&lt;br /&gt;Con los besos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haciéndote el amor&lt;br /&gt;En cada gesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cavando&lt;br /&gt;Pacientemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la aridez de tu suelo&lt;br /&gt;Para que puedas&lt;br /&gt;Desbordar tus sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entrar en mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Como niño a los juegos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrar&lt;br /&gt;Lentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la seguridad de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Con ojos de verse largo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un alcázar de sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lo lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111340900302892782?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111340900302892782/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111340900302892782' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111340900302892782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111340900302892782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/04/entrar-al-sueo-entrar-al-sueo-lento-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111307060261124522</id><published>2005-04-09T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T14:16:42.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Buenos Aires sigue siendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Aires sigue siendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa mancha&lt;br /&gt;Donde se reparan mis pasos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El lugar por el que sudan mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Cuando algún noticiero impersonal&lt;br /&gt;Comenta&lt;br /&gt;Como al pasar&lt;br /&gt;Sus Lacras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sus piquetes callejeros&lt;br /&gt;Sus asaltos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sus secuestros por cincuenta pesos &lt;br /&gt;Su condición de esclava posmoderna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sin embargo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo soñando&lt;br /&gt;Con verla desde el cielo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con recorrer los pasos de mi infancia&lt;br /&gt;En cada vereda&lt;br /&gt;Por la que correteaban héroes&lt;br /&gt;En mis piernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con hace rodar&lt;br /&gt;Nuevamente&lt;br /&gt;Una pelota en algunos de sus baldíos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Aires sigue siendo&lt;br /&gt;Mi luz&lt;br /&gt;En estas penumbras&lt;br /&gt;De extranjero por obligación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Aires sigue siendo&lt;br /&gt;Un rock desfachatado&lt;br /&gt;Que la insulta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De puro enamorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigue siendo&lt;br /&gt;Esa pena impotente&lt;br /&gt;Que se mete en las urnas&lt;br /&gt;Como quien cierra la puerta&lt;br /&gt;Después&lt;br /&gt;De un nuevo fracaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se si lloro&lt;br /&gt;Por ella&lt;br /&gt;O por mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por no poder dejar de dolerme&lt;br /&gt;Desde lejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por verla revolcarse con cualquiera&lt;br /&gt;Desde lejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por amarla tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111307060261124522?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111307060261124522/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111307060261124522' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111307060261124522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y de pronto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se soluciona&lt;br /&gt;Bailando bajo la ducha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Cobran su sentido&lt;br /&gt;Bailando bajo la ducha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crecen las ganas&lt;br /&gt;Se resuelven las contradicciones&lt;br /&gt;Y un coraje nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Nos brilla en los ojos&lt;br /&gt;Bailando bajo la ducha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cada rincón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada lugar&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser ese paraje añorado&lt;br /&gt;Bailando bajo la ducha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa fortaleza&lt;br /&gt;Que impulsa a mis tigres&lt;br /&gt;Esa isla preservada de todo daño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si está tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailando un dulce reggae lento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo al ducha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111299950788304020?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111299950788304020/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111299950788304020' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111299950788304020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111299950788304020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/04/bailando-bajo-la-ducha-y-de-pronto.html' 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pavimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro…&lt;br /&gt;Alguien&lt;br /&gt;Con grave ceño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cementerio de esperanzas&lt;br /&gt;Las calles en ésta hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos vagan por las sombras&lt;br /&gt;Buscando iluminarlas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con tu aliento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111291108252691089?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111291108252691089/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111291108252691089' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En cualquier forma encuentro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tus formas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre el tronco &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De un árbol añoso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relievan tus omoplatos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El cauce vertebral &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De tu espalda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tus brazos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extendidos por las ramas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una cuchara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esconde la concavidad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De tu mano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando tus dedos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se apoyan en mi pecho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En cualquier forma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tus formas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que llenan mis espacios...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En éste ritual &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De regar por la piel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lo que desborda &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En eso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que llamamos corazón&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el corazón no cesa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La sed no acaba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El deseo no finaliza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No concluyen los sueños&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De mis labios &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No se resuelven &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mis formas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sin las tuya &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que habitan...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En cualquier forma&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que mis ojos tocan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111271786358340336?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111271786358340336/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111271786358340336' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111271786358340336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111271786358340336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/04/tus-formas-en-cualquier-forma.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111255733534519547</id><published>2005-04-03T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:42:15.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sentimental sin tangos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sentimental sin tangos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por más que todo huela a adoquines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con ruiditos de palmeras&lt;br /&gt;A las que recorre&lt;br /&gt;Una lengua de viento ladrón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental&lt;br /&gt;Con Jack Daniel’s&lt;br /&gt;En un mezcladito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con gusto a película&lt;br /&gt;De hace dos años&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A párpados cerrados&lt;br /&gt;Y ojos abiertos a tu piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sen-ti-mental...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con la sangre&lt;br /&gt;Al borde de un colapso&lt;br /&gt;Y dedos peregrinos&lt;br /&gt;En tu vientre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con memoria de barrio&lt;br /&gt;Con sabor a pan tostado&lt;br /&gt;Y a domingos aterciopelados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentalmente&lt;br /&gt;Atado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al aleteo de mariposas temblorosas&lt;br /&gt;En tus labios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sen-ti-mental&lt;br /&gt;Sin tango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con certeza de final feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y de aliento largo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111255733534519547?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111255733534519547/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111255733534519547' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111255733534519547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111255733534519547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/04/sentimental-sin-tangos-sentimental-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111247244429114079</id><published>2005-04-02T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T15:28:31.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Milagro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El día se ahoga &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En melancólicas lágrimas del cielo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No va a faltar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quien lo asocie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A los poderes que se apagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero que no se acaban nunca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y una parafernalia televisiva &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me aturde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sólo me salva &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu voz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tus labios en mi pecho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suenan absurdas letania de rezos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo corro hasta tu playa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hasta tu negro pelo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Con los brazos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Llenos de éste anhelo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y un noticiero mudo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y un CD a exacto volumen &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y ese mar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In-fi-ni-ta-mente verde &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De tus ojos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos rescata de parodias &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y de ajenos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos da el cielo que vale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El milagro que cuenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta asombrosa resurrección &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De dos almas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y dos cuerpos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111247244429114079?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111247244429114079/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111247244429114079' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111247244429114079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111247244429114079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/04/milagro-el-da-se-ahoga-en-melanclicas.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111224196540765607</id><published>2005-03-31T02:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T02:14:42.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;A vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que me arrancaste de todos los sueños&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que no se atrevieron a hacerse realidad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Y con los que choqué más de una vez&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A vos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que borraste&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tan solo al acercarte&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Laberintos de palabras &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;En las que habia enredado mis anhelos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A vos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que con firmesa de pluma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Con voluntad de pájaro en vuelo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Te acercaste al agua de mi sangre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Y la convertiste en fuego&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A vos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que me invadiste el pensamiento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Los ojos &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Las cobijas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Las noches &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Los te quiero&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A vos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que sos como mis manos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A vos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Te amo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Courier New';font-size:12;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111224196540765607?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111224196540765607/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111224196540765607' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111224196540765607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111224196540765607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/03/vos-que-me-arrancaste-de-todos-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111224955922325050</id><published>2005-03-31T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T02:36:56.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;No hay distancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;No hay distancia que no sanje el deseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay deseo que no se nos vuelva poema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voluntad de quebrarlo en el presente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el contacto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la suma de dos lados&lt;br /&gt;Que afanosos buscan suprimir&lt;br /&gt;De una vez y por todas&lt;br /&gt;las soledades que le impiden la dicha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegar a esa estúpida alegría&lt;br /&gt;De saberse luz&lt;br /&gt;En tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sería el regalo más grande&lt;br /&gt;Para alguien como yo&lt;br /&gt;Que vive luchando por ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder demorarme en tu sed&lt;br /&gt;Sería el regalo más grande&lt;br /&gt;Para alguien como yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vive soñando con hacerte feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomar de tus manos&lt;br /&gt;El coraje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrancar de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Los sueños que te agitan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reposar en vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y reposarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para alzar un camino nuevo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sanje distancias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cumpla los deseos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111224955922325050?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111224955922325050/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111224955922325050' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111224955922325050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111224955922325050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-hay-distancia-no-hay-distancia-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111221224186920270</id><published>2005-03-30T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T02:38:03.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hilanderos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;El encuentro de los faltantes&lt;br /&gt;Tan de a poco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconociéndonos en el tacto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cada uno de nuestros fantasmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en cada pena&lt;br /&gt;Y es asombroso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Éste aprendernos&lt;br /&gt;Hasta en los más pequeños tonos de la voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Éste sabernos&lt;br /&gt;Con la imborrable memoria de los dedos&lt;br /&gt;Cada centímetro de piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nos compone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descomponiendo angustias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al tocarse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El respirarse así...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con cada poro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El dibujarse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A párpados cerrados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es asombrosa&lt;br /&gt;La fuerza con que brillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En éste luminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mi futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tejimos un encuentro inaplazable&lt;br /&gt;Para éste equilibrarse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De las formas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111221224186920270?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111221224186920270/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111221224186920270' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111221224186920270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111221224186920270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/03/hilanderos-el-encuentro-de-los_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111212837165515804</id><published>2005-03-29T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T02:39:03.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-AR"&gt;Gladiolos de la galería&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-AR"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-AR"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gabriel guardó riguroso mutis, mientras la gola de&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; Gardel, parlaba de gomias y de gringos gremialista de Legui y cuanto pingo le hacia gambetear algún gomán los Domingos, de golondrinas y grapas p’ aguantar desengaños. El giradiscos largaba la voz grandiosa del zorzal que daba gusto y parecía disgustada con las guitarras que gritaban fuera del pentagrama, graves y grises.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-AR"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gloria regaba gladiolos sin ganas, cansad de Gardel y de los tangos gastados de los que Gabriel gustaba.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-AR"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El gobierno seguía en guerra con los gringos, la CGT guiaba a la gente en su disgusto, con consignas contra el golpe gorila, alguien le había contado que al gordo Gramajo, lo guardaron el galera por guerrillero y ella no lo creía, tan guapo y gentil, Gloria siempre imagino a los guerrilleros gritones y groseros; sin embargo, el gordo Gramajo, tan prolijo y tan gracioso con su gabán arrugado y pegadito siempre al vaso de ginebra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-AR"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gabriel seguía escuchando a Gardel, sin oír a Gloria, que hablaba de la gripe de la Genoveva, del gordo Gramajo en galera, de la guerra y de lo grande que estaban los gladiolos de la galería.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111212837165515804?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111212837165515804/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111212837165515804' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111212837165515804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111212837165515804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/03/gladiolos-de-la-galera-gabriel-guard.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11703336.post-111180996262896256</id><published>2005-03-25T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:06:02.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>construyendo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11703336-111180996262896256?l=anegdotario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/feeds/111180996262896256/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11703336&amp;postID=111180996262896256' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111180996262896256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11703336/posts/default/111180996262896256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anegdotario.blogspot.com/2005/03/construyendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlos Sánchez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320418176462811740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
