tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98337742024-03-07T15:58:24.601-07:00La HipérboleUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger124125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-44347856091880381562007-07-20T13:41:00.000-06:002007-07-20T13:43:35.347-06:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>TemPoRALmenTe CERRADO</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>por depresion.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Disculpen las Molestias</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-25797433031608738302007-06-08T20:46:00.000-06:002007-06-08T20:55:09.875-06:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333300;"><strong>flaG</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Vamos a lanzarle</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>piedras<br />a este cuerpo que</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>yace sobre mi</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>espiritu</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>vamos lanzando</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>lo que le duela</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>para reprimirle</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>el pensamiento y</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>al fin aprenda<br />a juzgar como es</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>debido</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>vamos acuchillandole</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>el sentimiento</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>para que deje de llorar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>a solas </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>lo que ha perdido</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>sin remedio</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>vamos<br />amarrandole las ganas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>para que empiece</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>a vomitar soles</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y asi pueda</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>alumbrarse el camino.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-59815632141284456352007-05-02T22:06:00.000-06:002007-05-02T22:09:03.693-06:00<strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">Por si acaso me miras</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">pintare mis cabellos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">color ocre</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">envolviendome en sabanas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">con bordados</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">azul violeta</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">por si acaso</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">danzare como la bestia</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">desnudando mi alma</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">empedrada</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">acuchillando mis olvidos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">sin derramar una sola </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">gota de lagrimas</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">por si acaso me miras</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">andare quedito por tus</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">esquinas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">mascullare suaves </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">amaneceres</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">y me elevare </span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">hasta</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">alcanzar tus utopias.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">Perla JM</span></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-88549759564593150432007-05-01T23:07:00.000-06:002007-05-01T23:13:15.301-06:00<strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">Era una tarde con naranjas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">destellantes</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">como prestadas de algo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">de alguien</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">era una tarde y sentada </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">sobre una tumba</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">recorde tu nombre</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">recorde tu nombre</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">velando el sueño austero</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">que regala la tarde</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">agobiandome </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">por los fantasmas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">que bailaban </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">sobre mi lengua</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">recorde mas que tu nombre</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">y no pude regar las</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">flores plasticas que se</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">escurrian entre mis piernas</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">no pude cerrar siquiera</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">la puerta de las realidades</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">era una tarde</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">y yo sentaba bajo la noche</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">sobre una tumba</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">recorde tu nombre</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">quizas no solo fue tu nombre</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">si no tu ser</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">que tintineaba mensajes</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">6 metros bajo tierra</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">entonces</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">entonces esa noche violadora</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">de tardes</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">ese nombre</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">la tumba y el recuerdo</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">me dieron el porque de mi</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">presencia con ellos</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">y lo unico que pude hacer</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">fue llorar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">arrollidandome ante </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">la impotencia</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">de tu muerte.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">Perla JM</span></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-72124456890854706152007-04-23T20:20:00.000-06:002007-04-23T20:22:58.990-06:00<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Cuantas tumbas habra</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que visitar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como para sentirse</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>vivo</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>cuantas paredes</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y pasillos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>blancuzcos con olor</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>a alcohol</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>habra que tocar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>para saberse</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>parte</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de este terrible</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>mundo</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>tan lleno de agujeros</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>negros</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que nos confuden la</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>estancia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>con pasajes sin numero</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>por caminos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que ni yo misma</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>distingo</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>cuantas recetas quimicas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>habra que soportar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como para desgajarse degolpe</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y formarse un cuerpo sin</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>dolores</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>quizas la muerte sea la</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>respuesta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>o quizas la vida</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que se yo.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>esto no es nada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-83714770539993025702007-04-11T16:49:00.000-06:002007-04-11T16:54:43.604-06:00<span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>En memoria de Adrian Lara T. 1980/2007 </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Quise gritar fuertito para que </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>despertaras sin miedo </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>amarre mis cabellos a la luna </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>para tener una vista panoramica </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>de tus pasos </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>posiblemente </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>entre tanta polvadera </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>no distinguiste mis palabras </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>y confundiste el camino, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>ahora </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>ahora no se realmente como </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>ni donde encontrarte </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>a quien reclamarle? </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>habra acaso una oficina de </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>personas extraviadas para preguntarles</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>"era alto de ojos brillantes que </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>parecian caminitos al paraiso, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>acaso lo vieron?" </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>estas palabras se ahogan solitas </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>y no hay canoa para tales y es que </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>me parece que nos confundimos </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>no hubo polizas para garantizar </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>que tus ojos siempre brillarian </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>que gran estafa </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>es esta </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>todita toda la vida... </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Para ti querido grillo, que esta no </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>sea la ultima </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>si no la primera de muchas </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>otras vidas... </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-51333761554431946362007-04-02T00:52:00.000-06:002007-04-02T00:55:51.167-06:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"><strong>Ese Fin</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>Cuando muera</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>y deje este maltrecho cuerpo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>varado en una esquina</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>me sentaré bajo un naranjo chino </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>a dialogar con los perdidos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>esas tantas historias</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>que saben arrancar sonrisas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>cuando muera</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>juguetearé con las orugas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>verde vida y masticaré</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>lindas mariposas llenando </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>de polen mis labios negros</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>cuando muera</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>correré por fin por las aceras </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>húmedas sin quitarme las medias</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>hurgaré en mi cabeza tan llena</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>de trampas para idiotas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>sin temerle a lo que encuentre</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>sin dolerme de pasados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>escurridos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>descubriendo el agujero de</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>donde salía mi tristeza<br />para cubrirlo con madre selva</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>y huiré hacia aquella playa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>que tanto extraño</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>sí,<br />cuando muera</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>dormiré sobre una ola crujiente</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>cobijando mi cuerpo limpio</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>con espuma</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>y ahí me quedaré</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>hasta<br />que amanezca...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-19633835836700327122007-02-17T13:08:00.000-07:002007-02-17T13:14:17.958-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>Flores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>Esta maceta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>que llevo sobre los</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>hombros</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>se deshace de a poco</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>de las luminicas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>estrellas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>de los sueños sobre</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>las tierras lejanas<br />de pronto</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>si</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>se marchita esperando</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>le llueva</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>le cante el ave</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>hasta un abono barato</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>como para seguir</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>creciendo </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>esta triste maceta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>color tinto</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>no se sabe definir por</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>tanta hiedra</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>tanto escombro</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>tanto tiempo sin podar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>hojas muertas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>y me canso</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>y me aturdo </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>desesperada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>por algo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>por tanto que hace falta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>y es que ya quiero</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>ver crecer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>las flores</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>en mi maceta.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#330000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span><br /><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-11044667236854728232007-02-17T13:03:00.000-07:002007-02-17T13:15:16.709-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>Camino a la </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>vedera</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>Ya se cansó el buey </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>de mi carreta</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>y</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>lo lanzé lejos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>a ese suelo arido de</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>mis burdas intenciones</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>me he puesto la rienda<br />sí,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>en este yo que se cansa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>de flagelaciones</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>y que hacer?</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>si vivo con humanos,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>he tirado fuerte de los</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>días</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>como no queriendo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>transitar por las rocas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>que han decido</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>cruzarse en cada paso </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>que da mi esqueleto</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>lucha de quereres</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>ellas cruzan y yo tropiezo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>(asi son esas cosas)</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>sigo como antes pero</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>al protagónico del animal</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>que tiraba</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>y no sé si sentirme como</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>tal</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>o sentarme en algun oasis</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>perdido en mi cerebro</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>extraño tanto los jaloneos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>de la vida hacia destinos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>encontrados bajo las</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>estrellas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>me he extraviado y esta tonta </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>carreta cada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>vez pesa mas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>ahora comprendo el cansancio</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>si hace años que guardo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>cosas...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-70921603305267356992007-02-17T12:59:00.000-07:002007-02-17T13:15:54.583-07:00<span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><strong>Separacion</strong></span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><span style="color:#330000;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Casi me estoy</span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>divorciando de esta hoja<br />y no se ni como </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>ni que decir</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>esa tonta vida que se</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>empaña de verdades </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>me ataranta los dedos sin</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>ton ni son </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>como para que</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>todo se pierda entre negras letras </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>impresas sobre las paredes</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>que se burlan de esta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>bruta existencia</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>se esta perdiendo ese tan</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>delgado hilo conductor</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>de soberbias palabras y</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>no se mas nada que hacer</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>me sostengo, si</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>pero siempre le he temido</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>a las alturas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>casi me estoy divorciando</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>de esta relacion de hace</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>años</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>y desespera el haber perdido</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>la herramienta que</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>completaba un verso</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>no me queda mas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>que esperar</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>a que se vaya o vuelva<br />no me queda mas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>que esperar a</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>que termine<br />o quizas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>a que regrese a empezar.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-1169148220981077692007-01-18T12:19:00.000-07:002007-01-18T12:23:41.273-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>bLAnco</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Renombrar los colores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como para que el negro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de esta tormentosa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>vida</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>deje de serlo</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y asi</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>no pueda palidecer el</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>andar de tantos<br />que como yo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>se disponen a cerrar los</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>ojos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y encender la vieja</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>linternade la esperanza </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>empolvada de rincones</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>renombrar el negro, si</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y aclarar de nuevo esas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>intenciones que nos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>siguen animando a </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>seguirde pie</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>a pesar de</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>ahora</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>ahora pondremos el blanco</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>a trabajar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>aunque el vacio implique</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>tanto y nada</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>renombrar colores, si</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>para pintarnos con renovadas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>tonalidades</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y seguir aqui</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>con nuevas vestimentas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como para que la cosa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>se deje de monotonias...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-1166208879840216062006-12-15T11:52:00.000-07:002006-12-15T11:54:40.206-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>Dimi</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Tal cual</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como las hojas que se rompen</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>desde un otoño presuroso</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>pisadas por el invierno</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>asemejando pequeños</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>tan diminutos humanos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>resquebrajados</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>por el frío trato con la </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>muerte</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>la inmortalidad no fue lo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>nuestro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y escapamos la impotencia con</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>la ira fúnebre de los</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>mantos que cubren</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>la verguenza</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>pobre diminuto</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que la sangre tibia corriendo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>por tus venas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>no adultere tu egoísta voz de</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>guerra</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>tu pleito eterno con el que nada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>hace<br />con el que nada tiene</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>tal cual</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como las tapas que ruedan por los</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>callejones</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>metido en la basura más amarga</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y tóxica que nosotros mismos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>proliferamos</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>pobre diminuto</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>sigue peleando por el molesto pesar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de saberque no eres</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>un eterno inmortal.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>(Por suerte)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-1165687776183349492006-12-09T11:06:00.000-07:002006-12-09T11:09:36.550-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>For sale</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>El respirar me sabe</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>amargo desde que...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong><br />Ya las obdulias detuvieron sus</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>fragancias</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>las aves de purpuros</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>atardeceres<br />se quejaron del humano</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>los parpadeos adormilados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de mis ojos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>son tan constantes</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como los segundos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de espera</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y esos golpeteos a la</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>puerta de al lado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>se convirtieron en resonantes ecos </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>retumbando en mi conciencia.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Esas gotas de nada que</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>se deslizan por mis</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>mejillas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y tantas consecuencias</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>guardadas en el mágico</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>sombrero de mi vida</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>se tornan ya como respiraciones</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>entrecortadas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>entre coartadas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>planeaciones viscerales</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>del amargo que asemeja</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>al aturdido mimo de la</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>calle 5a</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y al estupido chofer que no</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>aprendió a dar el vuelto</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y ya me pierdo entre palabras</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y ya me encuentro al final</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>del renglón</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>este amargo respirar que me</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>intoxica los pulmones</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y me ata el ánimo al sofá</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de la desdicha...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Perla JM<br /> </strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-1164957790842130082006-12-01T00:20:00.000-07:002006-12-01T00:24:09.123-07:00<span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><strong>TIC</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>La inmensidad de</strong></span><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>un segundo<br />me ha comido las</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>uñas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>los parpados me</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>pesan</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>las historias se</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>desvelan en</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>habitaciones</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>polvorientas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>la inmensidad de</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>un segundo</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>se topa con mi</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>neurona</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>atrangantándose</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>con mi debilidad</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>ésta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>tan propia del</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>ser humano</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>que me devora.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-1163726454909473192006-11-16T18:19:00.000-07:002006-11-16T18:20:55.353-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>saFo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>He intentado con fuerza</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>no safar las piernas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>comerme el smog de esta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>putrefacta ciudad</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>para que mañana</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>amanezca </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>sin tanto frío</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>las vueltas ruleteras de</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>los días hacen que</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de a poco</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>siga perdiendo monedas de</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>mi bolsa amarilla</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y esas confituras llamadas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>horas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>se deshacen al primer mordisco</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>estos intentos sin resultados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>saben como agolparse</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como suicidarse sin morir</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y sobre todo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como ipregnarse en la memoria</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>para desovar en el ánimo</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>todo es tan así</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que de pronto no safar las</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>piernas resulta irónico</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong><br />que no safe la cabeza</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>es el asunto.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-1163199440740127562006-11-10T15:55:00.000-07:002006-11-10T15:57:21.100-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>bis</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Quiero atrapar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>ventizcas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de ese norte</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>con el ombligo</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>correr traslomita</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>cazando luciérnagas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>para que alumbren</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>mis ideas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>seguir</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>no como ahora<br />si no como ayer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>o mañana</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>aprender a no estar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>cuando me busca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>el dañino</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>a sacar el moho</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de mi cerebro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de vez en cuando</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y redundar en </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>mis alegrías</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>[ Quiero atrapar ventizcas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de ese norte<br />con el ombligo ]</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-1162857043895689582006-11-06T16:48:00.000-07:002006-11-06T16:50:44.283-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>Trayecto</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Atardecer constante</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>sobre la arena sucia</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>melodía repetida de</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>los cansados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que aprendieron a</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>andar descalzos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>sobre piedras tristes</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>atardecer constante</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>sobre las frías calles<br />de esta metrópoli que</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>no sabe nada</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que no conoce las </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>secuencias</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de una palmera de verano</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>a invierno</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>atardecer constante</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>sobre las pulpas agridulces</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de los años idos</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>sobre las cataratas de</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>los días</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que se escurren</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que se agolpan<br />que se saben contar como</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>las olas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como los coches sin luces</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como la vida que aprende</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>a irse</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>sin preguntar a nadie.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-1162590581882461402006-11-03T14:48:00.000-07:002006-11-03T14:49:52.353-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>Dest</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Yace la tarde </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>sobre nubes humeantes</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de coches que de a</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>poquito</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>encienden sus ojos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>para alumbrarse</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>el camino</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>la ida</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>la vuelta</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>las volteretas del</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>destino </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que ya no sé</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>cómo decifrar</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que ya no me acuerdo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como distinguir</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>perseguir</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>o tan siquiera<br />manipular.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-1162343198825940912006-10-31T18:05:00.000-07:002006-10-31T18:06:39.283-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>Queda</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>No te vayas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de mi</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>no alejes tu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>salitre</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de mis uñas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>apaga la nicotina</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que dejaste</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y vuelve</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>vuelve a esta cama</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que duele</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de sábanas que no</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>saben como mezclarse</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como guardar los</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>aromas que ya no</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>existen</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>no te vayas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>permite que los</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>oraculos indiquen</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>tu camino</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>o tu estadía</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>aquí</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>conmigo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>dueña del pasado.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-1161974688103344422006-10-27T12:43:00.000-06:002006-10-27T12:44:48.576-06:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong> Rienda</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Asesinemos las almas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>en un soplido</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>destruyamos las noches</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de lujuria</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>huyamos tras la marea</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>roja</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que no quede nada</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de lo que fuimos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como somos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que queremos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>ser</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>olvidemos por fin que</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>las gaviotas mueren</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>matemos en un instante</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>el porvenir </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>QUE REVIENTE EL </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>PRESENTE!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>dejemos que el silencio</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>nos aprisione las</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>lagrimas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y la vida se haga cargo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como siempre</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de ti</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de<br />mi</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de lo que ya no podemos...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-1161200406230780832006-10-18T13:37:00.000-06:002006-10-18T13:40:12.686-06:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>Miss Min</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Es cierto</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>mientras más se piensa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>más infelíz ses</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>esa existencia que de</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>por si...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Arrodillate ante las</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>minusculas que</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>se asoman cada atardecer</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>esos que hoy otoñales</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>llegan tan rápido<br />fríos como el olvido </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>mastiquemos las estrellas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como para saborear</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>lo que ya no existe</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>lo que nos soñamos </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>a diario</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>para despertar entre periódicos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que no hacen nada más </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que<br />agregarle limón al despertar</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>arrodillemosnos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>ante aquellas minúsculas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que aún nos dejan dormir en el</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>bus camino a casa</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que nos permiten a los </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>maximamente sensibles</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>ahuyentarnos entre las calles</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de la metropoli</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y salir volando hasta </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>allá</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>donde los mudos dialogan.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-1161109468821451002006-10-17T12:22:00.000-06:002006-10-17T12:24:29.200-06:00<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong><br />Pasé por la vida un día</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>despreocupada</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>sin miras de permanecer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>solo fui a ver</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que deparaba la senda</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que me tocó por naturaleza</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de nacer</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>pasé</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>varios años pasé</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>viviendo de simulacro<br />intentando encajar en</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong> sociedades</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>ésas que se imponen<br />pasé</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>queriendo desencajar tambien</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>yendo en contra de las</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>tendencias</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>regando letras ideas y</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>porvenires sobre los parques</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y sigo aquí</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>me atrapó mi propio simulacro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>yo sólo quería vivir deprestado</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como no queriendo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>como no involucrarme</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>porque no me gustó cuando pasé</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>ahora</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>estoy atrapada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>con todo y sociedad</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>tendencias</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>moda</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>mercados globales</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y toda esa parafernalia del</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>nuevo siglo</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que<br /> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>sinceramente<br /><br /><br />a u x i l i o.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-1161023380242511132006-10-16T12:25:00.000-06:002006-10-16T12:29:40.646-06:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>RED</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>La venda ensangrentada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de los días se suelta</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>sólo de vez en cuando</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>para permitirme escribir</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>con banditas de colores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>solo porque si<br />solo por eso</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>se me permite construir </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>castillos</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>sobre estas redes olvidadas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de los dioses</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>para encontrarme conmigo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>perdida en los espacios</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>sin mi búsqueda</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>encerrarme y golpearme con</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>otro par de ojos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>del otro lado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que de pronto</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>me obsequia dos minutos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>para leerme</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>después desecharme</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>cerrar y abrir<br />lo que le apetezca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y esto</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>se queda navengando a suerte</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de quien sabe</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>esperando<br />quizá como yo</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que alguien</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>con mala salud mental</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>deposite alguna idea</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>mía</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>mía</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>en su vida</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>por desorden</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>por falta<br />por mera compasión</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>yo estaría con eso</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>inmortalizada</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>pero espero</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>espero pero</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>es angustiante</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>no saber</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>si estan aquí por querer</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>o porque los trajo el google.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-1160418055806315492006-10-09T12:18:00.000-06:002006-10-09T12:20:57.010-06:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>ConfesioNeS</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong><br />Hoy</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>te diré que me gusta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>esa mirada que aglutina</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>estómagos</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y pierde obvias razones</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>del ser</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>lógico</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>mencionaré que las cataratas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de mis lagrimales</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>desvanecen mis arrugas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que las búsquedas<br />las perdí debajo de mi falda</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>te diré</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>hoy</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que ya no sé si es por la falta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>de ausencia<br />o por la presencia encajada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>en mis muslos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>el que te deseo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>o el que</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>deseo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>te diré entonces</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>mi querida hoja</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>que el presente de calcomanía</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>lo tengo en mi trasero</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>el futuro se está tomando unas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>cervezas</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y que tu</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>te diré hoy</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>me haces tan "infelizmente"</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>completa.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9833774.post-1159989388752345362006-10-04T13:14:00.000-06:002006-10-04T13:17:14.726-06:00<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;">BúsqueDA<br /></span><br /><br />Me recuesto sobre la<br />basura citadina<br /><br />(sobrepoblación)<br /><br />convirtiéndome en polvo<br />para avestruz<br /><br />y me meso entre las<br />piedras<br /><br />alucinando futuros que<br />nos encuentren<br /><br />antes de partir<br /><br />(a buscar mejor vida)<br /><br />posible-mente<br /><br />dibujar ausencias en una<br />casa que se habita<br /><br />cada que regreso<br /><br />avatida por las consecuencias<br />de un bienestar que nunca<br />llega<br /><br />(o casi)<br /><br />buscar siempre entre<br />el desperdicio<br /><br />queriendo encontrar algo<br /><br /><br /><br />que a veces lo olvido.<br /><br /><br />Perla JM</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0