<?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-8127635</id><updated>2011-09-20T11:31:48.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tormentadeletras</title><subtitle type='html'>las palabras,filo,tajo,agua,sangre</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-7557427675631325240</id><published>2009-02-24T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:43:50.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/SaQjQsMR2II/AAAAAAAAAGE/thaCLenTEPg/s1600-h/DSC0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/SaQjQsMR2II/AAAAAAAAAGE/thaCLenTEPg/s320/DSC0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306405030596827266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;me resisto a hacer llamadas por celular. son demasiado onerosas.&lt;br /&gt;venciendo ese prejuicio,hoy realice una...sorprendentemente ,me salio barata.&lt;br /&gt;ahh,porque me salio barata?&lt;br /&gt;porque era el numero de un muerto.....&lt;br /&gt;se ve Que en esa   dimension los medios son otros..&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-7557427675631325240?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7557427675631325240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=7557427675631325240' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/7557427675631325240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/7557427675631325240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-resisto-hacer-llamadas-por-celular.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/SaQjQsMR2II/AAAAAAAAAGE/thaCLenTEPg/s72-c/DSC0260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-8880748397344563040</id><published>2008-10-31T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:53:12.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mensaje31</title><content type='html'>...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;donde me escondo de la angustia=?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;la sombra se aproxima y yo busco entre  jirones de alegrias,algo semi-vivo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y me doy cuenta que me descuide ,que deje que se secara mi caja de alegrias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que con esa caja vacia no tengo escudoposible ,frente a esta inclemente angustia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Que quise hacer?? A que jugue?? para quien??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quiero sentir, quiero algo que sea verdad.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIERO MI CUERPO DE VUELTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-8880748397344563040?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8880748397344563040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=8880748397344563040' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/8880748397344563040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/8880748397344563040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2008/10/mensaje31.html' title='mensaje31'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-4715237033949285137</id><published>2008-01-13T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:05:52.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/R4pSyhx7SxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/w9fpOeTdvdE/s1600-h/Escher_drawing_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/R4pSyhx7SxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/w9fpOeTdvdE/s320/Escher_drawing_hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155023751493667602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensaje30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entro al consultorio como con prisa...caminaba cerca de la ventana mirando la nada y dijo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_El cuerpo se borra si nadie lo desea?&lt;br /&gt;silencio......&lt;br /&gt;NO!!! uno construye un cuerpo para poder amar...l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo armamos :     lengua-cincel para tallar Su piel;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piernas-lianas para poder sujetarlo en esa eternidad de solo un instante;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;labios-agua para la inmensa sed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y toda la extension de la piel para*abarcar&lt;br /&gt;                                                          *invadir&lt;br /&gt;                                                           *desarmar&lt;br /&gt;                                                          *agitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo eso esta ahi....no es deseado quizas pero explotara.....lo hara porque para eso fue creado...&lt;br /&gt;y no puede dejar de ser ...porque es necesario...&lt;br /&gt;UD CREE QUE ESO JUSTIFIQUE UNA AVENTURA???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la imagen:drawing hands-m.cEscher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-4715237033949285137?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4715237033949285137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=4715237033949285137' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/4715237033949285137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/4715237033949285137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2008/01/mensaje30-entro-al-consultorio-como-con.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/R4pSyhx7SxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/w9fpOeTdvdE/s72-c/Escher_drawing_hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-5277096573458040966</id><published>2007-11-19T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:28:48.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;mensaje 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/R0HP9_v2ldI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K60tpGo2ifQ/s1600-h/interrogantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134613714170189266" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 468px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/R0HP9_v2ldI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K60tpGo2ifQ/s320/interrogantes.jpg" border="0" height="281" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;y si eso de la fidelidad es una excusa??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;y si uno/a se esconde en ese concepto , solo para no escuchar los deseos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;y si en realidad es un comodo sillon donde ahogar..toda frustracion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sera que enfrentar lo que en realidad necesitamos nos tasaja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sera ,como dijo una grande que "donde hay una necesidad,hay un derecho'"???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Porque , algunos leen tu necesidad como algo..."torcido"??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;HABRE USADO DEMASIADOS SIGNOS DE PREGUNTA???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-5277096573458040966?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/5277096573458040966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/5277096573458040966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2007/11/mensaje-29-y-si-eso-de-la-fidelidad-es.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/R0HP9_v2ldI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K60tpGo2ifQ/s72-c/interrogantes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-1591689492858013642</id><published>2007-10-28T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T17:03:04.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RyUiyv-jpYI/AAAAAAAAABs/ScpiTy7yeJ4/s1600-h/2668.gif.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RyUiyv-jpYI/AAAAAAAAABs/ScpiTy7yeJ4/s320/2668.gif.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126542006098830722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensaje28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;La tormenta habia averiado las calles, ese no era el recorrido habitual,quizas por eso al girar en esa esquina,el recuerdo la apuñaleo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Bah!..uno dice recuerdo,a causa de la pereza que nos da describir la catarata de sensaciones que se re-viven antes que podamos tomar aire....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;las lagrimas brotaban ,(vaya a saber uno de donde)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;y todo por ese segundo de mirar el puto agujero de la muerte.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-1591689492858013642?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1591689492858013642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=1591689492858013642' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/1591689492858013642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/1591689492858013642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/mensaje28-la-tormenta-habia-averiado.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RyUiyv-jpYI/AAAAAAAAABs/ScpiTy7yeJ4/s72-c/2668.gif.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-7864891864824218114</id><published>2007-10-02T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:23:51.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RwLu4K-IqdI/AAAAAAAAABc/spHmrhhCcS8/s1600-h/hastio3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RwLu4K-IqdI/AAAAAAAAABc/spHmrhhCcS8/s320/hastio3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116914775431358930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensaje 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Fue una banda de sonido de otra pelicula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Se repitio muchas veces que nada habia ocurrido....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Pero algo en el cuerpo indicaba otra cosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;En aquel reproche sintio el hastio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Y  de golpe , una olor a rutina  ,apesto toda la casa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Quizo salir , correr, llorar , golpear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;.Pero solo se quedo, ahi , inmovil, mordiendo el oxigeno con sus venas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-7864891864824218114?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7864891864824218114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=7864891864824218114' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/7864891864824218114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/7864891864824218114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/mensaje-27-fue-una-banda-de-sonido-de.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RwLu4K-IqdI/AAAAAAAAABc/spHmrhhCcS8/s72-c/hastio3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-3777123528390359153</id><published>2007-09-23T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:30:58.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/Rvb0ES4ZLMI/AAAAAAAAABU/kpXz4ZYZjg8/s1600-h/sangre.jpg.pulido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/Rvb0ES4ZLMI/AAAAAAAAABU/kpXz4ZYZjg8/s320/sangre.jpg.pulido.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113542781550800066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensaje26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.un artista es una persona comun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a quien le suceden las mismas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cosas que a todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  pero que al estallar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sangra belleza!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!!!  oye.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no seras un artista......no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;la imagen,"el mundo de bryce"-cejas.pulido....&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/8127635-3777123528390359153?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3777123528390359153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=3777123528390359153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/3777123528390359153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/3777123528390359153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2007/09/mensaje26.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/Rvb0ES4ZLMI/AAAAAAAAABU/kpXz4ZYZjg8/s72-c/sangre.jpg.pulido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-5708961695656453192</id><published>2007-07-20T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:05:46.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RqEul8OUkkI/AAAAAAAAABM/RdY5bDay-WU/s1600-h/collage-nude-with-bust-728542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 448px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RqEul8OUkkI/AAAAAAAAABM/RdY5bDay-WU/s320/collage-nude-with-bust-728542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089400283261604418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensaje 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;La terapeuta esperaba paciente. El flujo comunicacional era lentisimo ,como si no tuvieran precio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;los segundos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;La voz sonaba rabiosa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;                                    _ todo hubiese sido perfecto si me deseara,teniamos tanto en comun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt; eramos tan complices,si solo le hubiese quemado la piel al mismo tiempo que a mi............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;De nuevo impero el silencio....y una voz dolorida preguntaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;                       CUANDO ES VERDAD???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;                        Cuando aplica sus dedos a una nueva epidermis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;                        Cuando su lengua espeleologa contrae una nueva caverna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;                        Cuando apoya su deseo en otras vertebras y deja que su ego se incruste una y otra vez??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;O cuando respira cerca?........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;La terapeuta carraspeo y dijo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;                                            se termino el tiempo , nos vemos mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;ercoles.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-5708961695656453192?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5708961695656453192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=5708961695656453192' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/5708961695656453192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/5708961695656453192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2007/07/mensaje-25-la-terapeuta-esperaba.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RqEul8OUkkI/AAAAAAAAABM/RdY5bDay-WU/s72-c/collage-nude-with-bust-728542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-654291241929282367</id><published>2007-07-08T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:00:21.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RpFBzTOGU5I/AAAAAAAAABE/435sImkJ35k/s1600-h/pm-12115-medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RpFBzTOGU5I/AAAAAAAAABE/435sImkJ35k/s320/pm-12115-medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084917803866542994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensaje24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Una nausea determinada,concreta,severa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Eso habia sentido y estaba sorprendida. La   de  ellos era una relacion abierta en la cual  El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; necesitaba ejercitar su ego....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;La sorpresa estaba dada entonces ,no por la actitud de el , sino por la reaccion autonoma y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; animal de su cuerpo.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;AHH, aun no te conte la razon de la nausea......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;El  estaba a punto de iniciar una nueva aventura........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;la imagen.....PICASSIMIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-654291241929282367?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/654291241929282367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=654291241929282367' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/654291241929282367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/654291241929282367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2007/07/mensaje24-una-nausea.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RpFBzTOGU5I/AAAAAAAAABE/435sImkJ35k/s72-c/pm-12115-medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-4763669254533712445</id><published>2007-06-30T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T17:52:04.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/Rob5wjOGU4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/o7LTgT3LUHU/s1600-h/%C3%8Dndice+de+Biograf%C3%ADas+-+Joan+Mir%C3%B3+-+El+cuerpo+de+mi+morena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/Rob5wjOGU4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/o7LTgT3LUHU/s320/%C3%8Dndice+de+Biograf%C3%ADas+-+Joan+Mir%C3%B3+-+El+cuerpo+de+mi+morena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082023842017596290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mensaje....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ella&lt;/span&gt; pregunto...donde lo leo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;El r&lt;/span&gt;espondio :en tu casa o en la mia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ella &lt;/span&gt;eligio el terreno ajeno...y la ausencia de luz como unica condicion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt; mastico ese tema de leer sin luz,es que en su ordenado mundo no cuajaba....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ella&lt;/span&gt; fue puntual...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando la luz del palier se apago,la puerta se abrio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ella &lt;/span&gt;lo saludo con un roce de labios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt; trataba de ver mas alla de las sombras,escucho un sonido de algo que caia,y de pronto,una piel ajena lo retaba, lo acechaba ,jugaba con sus ropas....&lt;br /&gt;Fue una lectura accidentada, a veces complementarse no es sencillo, pero una completa comprension del texto corono el esfuerzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ella&lt;/span&gt; se despidio, en la mas completa oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;El &lt;/span&gt;cerro la puerta tras esa nueva forma de analisis del texto,se tiro en el sillon...y penso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagen:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;joan miro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8127635-4763669254533712445?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4763669254533712445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=4763669254533712445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/4763669254533712445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/4763669254533712445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2007/06/mensaje.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/Rob5wjOGU4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/o7LTgT3LUHU/s72-c/%C3%8Dndice+de+Biograf%C3%ADas+-+Joan+Mir%C3%B3+-+El+cuerpo+de+mi+morena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-6472752642138232410</id><published>2007-04-20T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:16:01.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>banda ancha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RiwiiIcbhxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UfWE0gy4ORI/s1600-h/kandinsky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RiwiiIcbhxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UfWE0gy4ORI/s320/kandinsky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056454451407849234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mensaje23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaba en esa pared,escrito sobre una publicidad de banda ancha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;necesito estar on line para llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;la vida real no contiene humedad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;solo estoy triste por los mil vacios  maquillados de cosas ,gentes ,relaciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;me jode el deseo muerto ,el gesto hueco ,y el infinito dolor que corroe todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;soy una puta triste ,que solo llora en la red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;y extraño ,esa posibilidad de cruzarte , de rozarte ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;extraño eso parecido a   tu realidad.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;y como siempre que sangro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;esta conmigo joaquin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;y se me cruza tu verba sarcastica y The Smiths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(la imagen,kandinsky)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-6472752642138232410?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6472752642138232410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=6472752642138232410' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/6472752642138232410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/6472752642138232410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2007/04/banda-ancha.html' title='banda ancha'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RiwiiIcbhxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UfWE0gy4ORI/s72-c/kandinsky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-6309502475223323828</id><published>2007-03-25T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T08:41:48.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mensaje 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella , habia encontrado ese papel manuscrito que decia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RgbAPu93WeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iR_CYFa4n_U/s1600-h/imienferb.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045931809053301218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RgbAPu93WeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iR_CYFa4n_U/s320/imienferb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Es hora de tomar la pastilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;El cuerpo enfermo pasa a cobrar los tributos del uso intensivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Esas horas sin medicacion, solo son la fantasia de la salud"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante varias semanas, eso volvia y revolvia su mente.&lt;br /&gt;Aquel mediodia de repente entendio todo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"LA ENFERMEDAD ES UN LUGAR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Si ,un lugar muelle y distendido.Alli dejas todo y te concentras en los sintomas.Alli nadie te exige nada, solo desean que dejes "ese" lugar....porque les recuerdas,la precariedad de la carne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-6309502475223323828?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6309502475223323828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=6309502475223323828' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/6309502475223323828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/6309502475223323828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2007/03/mensaje-21-ella-habia-encontrado-ese.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RgbAPu93WeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iR_CYFa4n_U/s72-c/imienferb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-2157347839653133401</id><published>2007-03-10T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T11:24:15.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mensaje21&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RfL_dxFUAzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/W1RgHEixrZg/s1600-h/Saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RfL_dxFUAzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/W1RgHEixrZg/s320/Saudade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040371819837915954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES" &gt;Y te extraño…SI!!!!….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES" &gt;Y no me importa que te joda que ame tu mente.....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES" &gt;Y no me importa que finjas furia cada vez que sientas mi aliento en tu nuca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES" &gt; diciendo frases de amor…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES" &gt;Asi sucedió…y  aun no cesa…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES" &gt;Solo  lo dejo ocurrir.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES" &gt; y me reservo el derecho de sentirlo ,de degustarlo........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES" &gt;.de acariciar lo que escribiste jugando al nene posmo…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES" &gt;Y me doy el lujo de llorar mientras escribo esto..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES" &gt;Y no lloro porque quiera comerme tu cuerpo ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES" &gt;o porque quiera perpetuar una historia inexistente......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES" &gt;Lloro porque asi como hace tiempo estrellaba mi cabeza contra la pared para sentir "algo"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES" &gt;Hoy me estrello contra vos…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES" &gt;Y me la aguanto !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES" &gt;...................me sobra..energia   …para hacerlo asi……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(imagen..kallock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8127635-2157347839653133401?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2157347839653133401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=2157347839653133401' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/2157347839653133401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/2157347839653133401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2007/03/y-te-extraosi.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RfL_dxFUAzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/W1RgHEixrZg/s72-c/Saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-307627791719901598</id><published>2007-02-04T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T19:46:17.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mensaje 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  ELLA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;                    NO QUERIA ADMITIRLO,PERO LA ULTIMA EXCURSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;                           NO HABIA DEJADO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;                                                                     DUDAS&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RcamfxhitII/AAAAAAAAAAU/ioX8kZ9j2s8/s1600-h/pastorelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RcamfxhitII/AAAAAAAAAAU/ioX8kZ9j2s8/s320/pastorelli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027889098805916802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;FUE HASTA LA PC DE EL ,ABRIO UN DOCUMENTO WORD , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;                               ESCRIBIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;                                            GUARDO Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;                                 LUEGO LO INSTALO COMO FONDO DE PANTALLA..&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RcamfxhitII/AAAAAAAAAAU/ioX8kZ9j2s8/s1600-h/pastorelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RcamfxhitII/AAAAAAAAAAU/ioX8kZ9j2s8/s320/pastorelli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027889098805916802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;EN LA PANTALLA SE LEIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;                                           LA NUESTRA ES SOLO UNA RELACION DE INTERIOR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;                                                            NO LA  EXPONGAS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-307627791719901598?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/307627791719901598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=307627791719901598' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/307627791719901598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/307627791719901598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2007/02/mensaje-20-ella-no-queria-admitirlopero.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTyNXQIvKk0/RcamfxhitII/AAAAAAAAAAU/ioX8kZ9j2s8/s72-c/pastorelli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-116828874789353341</id><published>2007-01-08T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:39:07.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/674/536/1600/541941/solo-electric-cover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/674/536/320/567205/solo-electric-cover.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensaje19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;El se resistia a abrir los ojos. Temia moverse...y constatar que  seguia alli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Se habia dormido ,  como siempre ,enroscado sobre si mismo, aunque no recordaba en que momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Apreto los parpados ,trago saliva en silencio, y evoco algunos flashs de la noche anterior:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;     sabores, texturas   ,temperaturas....sonidos, gestos, rozamientos......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Si, penso, todo muy lindo pero debo hacerlo, ya es hora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;El momento mas incordioso habia llegado, sentia pereza y desagrado ,pero tambien un enorme fastidio por  estar condicionado....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Aun no decidia que excusa usar....tenia varias en su arsenal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; "tengo que revisar unos guiones ,ahora,temprano"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;   " la luz de esta hora es justa ,para la escena melancolica" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; "desayuno de trabajo ,con un posible mecenas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Se decidio ,lentamente estiro los dedos de los pies ,las  piernas...giro sensualmente su cadera y abrio los ojos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Restrego  sus ojos , escruto cuidadosamente la zona.......y nada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hija de puta!!! ,   penso,salio y dejo la puerta sin llave!!!&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/8127635-116828874789353341?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/116828874789353341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=116828874789353341' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/116828874789353341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/116828874789353341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-116692542306550395</id><published>2006-12-23T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T17:57:03.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/674/536/1600/189461/0743_once_through_the_woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/674/536/320/991534/0743_once_through_the_woods.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensaje18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Caminaba ,en esas calles ,siguiendo el rastro de la voz de el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Curioso!..penso..no recordaba como era su voz....pero sentia que el la llamaba desde esas paredes mugrientas y llenas de afiches vencidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reconstruyo el plano en su mente,de otro año ,otros dias,otras cosas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;EL gritaba ,despues de esos mas de 20 años....y todo volvia a comenzar.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Y volvia...esa insatisfaccion,esa busqueda...ese todo-nada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Caminaba ..y unas lagrimas antiguas le cerraban la faringe....y le dolia el pie ,el pasado ,las costillas y las ganas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Entre  dientes,le murmuraba a nadie.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  ...............................ya voy amor...aguanta ya llego!!!&lt;/span&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/8127635-116692542306550395?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/116692542306550395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=116692542306550395' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/116692542306550395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/116692542306550395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/12/mensaje18-caminaba-en-esas-calles.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-116510181274307714</id><published>2006-12-02T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T15:23:34.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>g-uante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/674/536/1600/637820/1903%20guantes%20tirador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/674/536/320/23076/1903%20guantes%20tirador.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mensaje17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/674/536/1600/219680/bodypainting-festival-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/674/536/320/941066/bodypainting-festival-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;_ NO, asi no!.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ella lo miro en forma inquisitiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;El se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;mostro inquieto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; y dijo ,muy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; lentamente,como masticando las letras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Bien sabes ,que la infidelidad y yo...nos llevamos mal....por eso es que asi ,no voy a poder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ella enarco la ceja...y le dijo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;_Aja....y...como lo resolvemos??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;El giro'..fue hasta su attache...y en un lento movimiento saco sus guantes negros.......&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/8127635-116510181274307714?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/116510181274307714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=116510181274307714' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/116510181274307714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/116510181274307714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/12/g-uante.html' title='g-uante'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-116218579499954701</id><published>2006-10-29T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:23:15.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/escondida.jQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/escondida.jQ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mensaje16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Aqui estoy ,escondida de las palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ocultandome ,como nunca..de los nombres que vuelven las cosas transparentes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Aqui estoy...con el cuerpo diluido , por el deseo ausente del otro....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Aqui estoy dudando de mi deseo ,enterrandolo entre silencios..escondiendolo de los signos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;negandolo y negandome.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8127635-116218579499954701?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/116218579499954701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=116218579499954701' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/116218579499954701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/116218579499954701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/10/mensaje16-aqui-estoy-escondida-de-las.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-116017170572918689</id><published>2006-10-06T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T18:00:10.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mensaje 15&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/blackhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/blackhands.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yo tampoco ,puedo estar sin rozarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En medio de  los bits,busco tu marca…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Necesito creer en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;atisbarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu dolor... me inunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.......Y quizas no sea vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O quizas tb te pase ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que algunos dias necesites ,mas que otros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cruzarte con eso intangible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que encontramos en una pieza oscura ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Después del sexo y antes de la mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8127635-116017170572918689?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/116017170572918689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=116017170572918689' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/116017170572918689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/116017170572918689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/10/mensaje-15-yo-tampoco-puedo-estar-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-115912985252450068</id><published>2006-09-24T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T13:30:52.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/p66bernhard1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/p66bernhard1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensaje14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;y si nunca sucedio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;y si...no era cierto ,que deshacer tu piel con mi lengua...me volvia poderosa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;y si ...imaginar la accion de desnudarte,no me daba oleadas de placer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;y si..la cercania de una cita contigo,no me encendia hasta secar mi garganta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;y si...recordar tu cuerpo inserto en el mio....no reconstruia  orgasmos pasados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que ?   quiero sacarme las dudas.....&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;LLAMAME!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(foto gentileza de joaquin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-115912985252450068?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/115912985252450068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=115912985252450068' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115912985252450068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115912985252450068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/09/dude.html' title='DUDE'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-115793927112116100</id><published>2006-09-10T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T18:47:51.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/inmi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/inmi1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensaje13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                 no hablo tu lengua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;         tus grafias me son desconocidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;    no comprendo el espiritu de tus leyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; indocumentada...vivo en tus plazas y portales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;conozco de memoria la geografia de tus barrios bajos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;y cuando mi labor deja de serte util&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;me extraditas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;SOY INMIGRANTE EN TU DESEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-115793927112116100?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/115793927112116100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=115793927112116100' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115793927112116100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115793927112116100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/09/in.html' title='in'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-115619703397085575</id><published>2006-08-21T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T06:55:21.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>otra</title><content type='html'>mensaje12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Otra manera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:webdings;" &gt;                       Amarte desde la observacion clinica de tu piel.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:webdings;" &gt;                       Diseccionar tu deseo y luego reelaborarlo en mi.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:webdings;" &gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:webdings;" &gt;                       Permitirme amasar las mayores fantasias, la maxima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:webdings;" &gt;                        elasticidad, y todas las humedades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:webdings;" &gt;                          Para obtener tu grito gutural......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-115619703397085575?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/115619703397085575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=115619703397085575' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115619703397085575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115619703397085575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/08/otra.html' title='otra'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-115505758589761466</id><published>2006-08-08T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:19:45.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/cabral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/cabral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensaje11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;descarnada solo mis huesos blanqueados,cumplen las rutinas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sin ojos,demasiado lejos de los centros......erratica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;la piel dividida entre este lado..y el mas alla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mis cinco sentidos......resentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mi sexto sentido...sangrante.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;autoretrato del ocho de agosto,del año del señor de dos mil seis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-115505758589761466?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/115505758589761466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=115505758589761466' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115505758589761466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115505758589761466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/08/mensaje11-descarnada-solo-mis-huesos.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-115474433916611905</id><published>2006-08-04T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T19:18:59.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/engano.jpg"&gt;mensaje10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/leaf_rain_drops.jpg"&gt;tendras el valor de no usar una excusa?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/engany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/engany.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tendras la libertad de ser ..sin adornarlo todo..con puas de palabras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;seras capaz darte la libertad de lo hecho..sin la bajeza de los deshechos....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;habras entendido....de que viene..esta miss en scene??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;o acaso..no es una cuestion de mises y doñas...¿¿¿¿????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-115474433916611905?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/115474433916611905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=115474433916611905' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115474433916611905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115474433916611905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/08/mensaje10-tendras-el-valor-de-no-usar.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-115446348174434637</id><published>2006-08-01T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:18:01.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/mentira-trampa-salud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/mentira-trampa-salud.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/mentira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/mentira.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensaje9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Al final, todo es Mentira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Elijes  con cuidado la mentira que deseas vivir ,la revistes de verdad y justicia.Lloras y sufres..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pero de pronto...esa cascara se resquebraja...y ahi esta vigorosa y entera...tu mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si!.....obvio que hay mentiras mejores que otras, eso tiene que ver ,con tu arte para la escenografia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i!  tambien es cierto ,que seria  terrible,no poder fabular ,con el amor y el deseo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Pero ,ni se te ocurra olvidarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                      TODO ES MENTIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;asi que esmerate nene!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-115446348174434637?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/115446348174434637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=115446348174434637' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115446348174434637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115446348174434637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/08/mensaje9-al-final-todo-es-mentira.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-115439332450810103</id><published>2006-07-31T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:48:44.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/sms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/sms.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/sms.jpg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/sms.jpg3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensaje8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Y como siempre ,los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; dedos no pueden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; dibujarlo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inmerso en un calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; poliforme, en una oscuridad de verano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; EL      escribe sms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;          a una chica ,que combate el asco y el tedio con         la          sangre fresca que gotea de su movil.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;              El trasmite en letras su energia vital....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;            El mengua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    y                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ella se fortalece......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-115439332450810103?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/115439332450810103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=115439332450810103' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115439332450810103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115439332450810103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/07/mensaje8-y-como-siempre-los-dedos-no.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-115430823375627376</id><published>2006-07-30T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:10:33.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/fracaso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/fracaso.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensaje7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tecnicas para combatir el fracaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Si a pesar de todas las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    _&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;velas,conjuros,novenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                    _hechizos,sacrificios y demas acciones directas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;has fracasado......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Debes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          j&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;abonar vigorosamente la zona del fracaso ,para eliminar los restos de efluvios negativos-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;        echar mano a las frases de autoayuda,que encontraras en cualquier revista pasatista-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       revivir  tus epocas de triunfo con la ayuda de videos, fotos y cartas -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sobre todo recuerda siempre que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                 NO HAY FRACASO ,QUE NO SE REPITA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-115430823375627376?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/115430823375627376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=115430823375627376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115430823375627376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115430823375627376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/07/mensaje7-tecnicas-para-combatir-el.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-115392833462157652</id><published>2006-07-26T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T08:38:54.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/nebulacabezadecaballo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/nebulacabezadecaballo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mensaje6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  te volviste:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;*una religion sin Dios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  *el bello trabajo de un taxidermista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*la caja de Pandora.....sin la Esperanza....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;SI!...creo que es tiempo de re-crearte!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-115392833462157652?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/115392833462157652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=115392833462157652' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115392833462157652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115392833462157652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/07/mensaje6-te-volviste-una-religion-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-115371335823121052</id><published>2006-07-23T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T20:55:58.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath - Roger Waters - Pink Floyd</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=3584010553972240939" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Roger Waters, from Pink Floyd, performing "Breath" from the album "The Dark Side of The Moon" at Arena di Verona.&lt;br /&gt;Rovereto&lt;br /&gt;                para el lunes solo respirar!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensaje 5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-115371335823121052?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/115371335823121052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=115371335823121052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115371335823121052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115371335823121052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/07/breath-roger-waters-pink-floyd.html' title='Breath - Roger Waters - Pink Floyd'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-115358796640932019</id><published>2006-07-22T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T10:06:06.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/energiagraffitti%20sevila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/energiagraffitti%20sevila.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mensaje4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/UNO/CONFIG%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/UNO/CONFIG%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Comulgar  juntos ,  los oidos alertas…los ojos extendidos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Encerrarnos a crear el mito…acariciar las hipótesis....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Elegir el secreto..como fuerza….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Enhebrar nuestras energias..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ese grafitti,,,esta en sevilla..(eso dice la inter-net)..el que este cerca ..que me lo cuente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-115358796640932019?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/115358796640932019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=115358796640932019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115358796640932019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115358796640932019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/07/mensaje4-comulgar-juntos-los-oidos.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-115335174998061507</id><published>2006-07-19T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T16:29:10.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/1piel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="251" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/1piel.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensaje3 &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/2piel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hace demasiado tiempo que no me asomo a mi cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo activos dos o tres hipervinculos ,con los que aparento normalidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero , en algun silencio se me quedo la piel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo que unos ojos me vestian y desnudaban en un pestañeo esquivo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo haber tenido un continente , para mi contenido......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/1piel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-115335174998061507?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/115335174998061507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=115335174998061507' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115335174998061507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115335174998061507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/07/mensaje3-hace-demasiado-tiempo-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-115326608342450885</id><published>2006-07-18T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:41:23.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mensaje2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quizas deberia decirte...que tu cama es mi cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizas deberia explicarte la sensacion de "hogar"que me provoca rozar tu cuerpo dormido a la madrugada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizas deberia dejar la lengua en otro lugar...ademas de entre tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizas lo necesites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;QUIZAS........... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/quizas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/quizas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-115326608342450885?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/115326608342450885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=115326608342450885' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115326608342450885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115326608342450885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/07/mensaje2-quizas-deberia-decirte.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-115319400277073259</id><published>2006-07-17T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:40:02.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/fugit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/fugit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;mensaje1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Radiografias de tu alma para mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Meto mis dedos..en las marcas  y las amo......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Deslizo mi memoria por tu cuello , recorro la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; curva de tu nuca, tus cejas....y esos ojos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Tambien recuerdo, minuciosamente aquel dia en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;que por un microsegundo me dejaste paladear tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; dolor........................ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la imagen...algo que Rodin..extrajo de una piedra!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-115319400277073259?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/115319400277073259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=115319400277073259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115319400277073259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115319400277073259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/07/mensaje1-radiografias-de-tu-alma-para.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-115318340777636627</id><published>2006-07-17T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:11:46.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/1mensaje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/1mensaje.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LOS PERROS DEVORARON A LOS CARTEROS.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/1bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/1bottle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;UN PULSO ELECTROMAGNETICO MATO A TODAS LAS MAQUINAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOS RADIOAFICIONADOS ESTAN ARTRITICOS,Y EL ALZEHEIMER LES BORRO EL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                  MORSE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;LOS CHASQUIS OLVIDARON LAS RUTAS ANTIGUAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;LAS ENTRAÑAS DE LAS AVES ,YA NO TRAEN   AUGURIOS.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;SI!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          ACEPTALO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            COMENZO LA ERA DE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;LOS MENSAJES EN UNA BOTELLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-115318340777636627?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/115318340777636627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=115318340777636627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115318340777636627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/115318340777636627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/07/los-perros-devoraron-los-carteros.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-114991012640965810</id><published>2006-06-09T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:28:46.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>batalla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/m_b_gotas_telarana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/m_b_gotas_telarana.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Las larvas de tu mente acuchillan mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;Se escurren por el enves de la trama, y sofocan la insolencia de la esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;Revestida de agujeros ,me despojo del yugo, agonica,final ,y despejada.&lt;br /&gt;Desde multiple tuneles ,crece la fuerza.Me atrevo y ataco  tus larvas con mis mariposas.&lt;br /&gt;Se que no lo creeras,pero aspiro a que tus hilos de seda se entretejan en mi alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;larvas&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;insolencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;agujeros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;tuneles&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;mariposas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-114991012640965810?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/114991012640965810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=114991012640965810' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114991012640965810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114991012640965810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/06/batalla.html' title='batalla'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-114826055373468303</id><published>2006-05-21T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T18:15:53.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/moon_tree_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/moon_tree_800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Quizas gota a gota,vuelva el rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Quizas...creciendo desde el tuetano,recobre mis dedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Quizas,recobrando mis dedos,recupere las caricias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Quizas las caricias,engendren abrazos ,que incendien el dolor.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Quizas las consonantes,resuenen con vocales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                              Quizas,esos sonidos,me regalen oxigeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                              Quizas,encuentre la huella de lo ansiado,en la sombra de los" noes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                               Quizas la voz, se vuelva grito ,lava hirviente e hiriente....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                Quizas ceda el descontento.....frente a la ilusion de una luz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                SI,    QUIZAS,   QUIZAS.........QUIZAS......(PERHAPS...jjee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-114826055373468303?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/114826055373468303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=114826055373468303' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114826055373468303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114826055373468303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/05/quizas-gota-gotavuelva-el-rio-quizas.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-114546771373798211</id><published>2006-04-19T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T10:28:33.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/NIERMAN%20FURIA%20COSMICA%2090%20X%20122.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/NIERMAN%20FURIA%20COSMICA%2090%20X%20122.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;NO VOLVERE A INTENTAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;TOCARTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;NO VOLVERE A TOCARTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;NO INTENTARE VOLVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;NO NO NO NO NO NO&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;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-114546771373798211?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/114546771373798211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=114546771373798211' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114546771373798211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114546771373798211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-volvere-intentar-tocarte-no-volvere.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-114513494776679638</id><published>2006-04-15T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T14:02:27.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>????????????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/-apati-co.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/-apati-co.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-Pase, pongase comodo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-vamos a comenzar con la preguntitas de siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;_Edad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;**44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;--Nombre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;** M(se reserva identidad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;__Sexo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;** Apatico........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;__A ver.....cuenteme mas ,me interesa.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;**Mire, no es que yo ,no me fije en las damas.Todo lo contrario.Las hay cada dia mas bellas,mas desenvueltas...sumamente atrayentes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;__Aja.....siga.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;**Lo  que me sucede , es que me cuesta horrores arrancar ,una relacion sexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Veo a una dama,la estudio cuidadosamente,trabo conversacion ,busco sus fallas de caracter...y luego decido si seguire o no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Imaginemos que decido llegar a la relacion sexual....la invito a comer a mi casa(porque ni loco uso uno de esos sitios para citas),preparo una comida adecuada,elijo un buen vino ,buena musica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;y despliego una conversacion interesante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;__Sigo ,sin ver ,el problema...ud me intriga....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;**Es ,que luego ,de ese despliegue(ya de por si estressante),viene la parte ,que me crispa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; Que si besos suaves,que si caricias sutiles y de las otras,que si encuentro sus puntos erogenos,que si es demasiado lento , demasiado acelerado,que si aun no ,que si tira ,raspa, esta incomodo...y toda otra tardanza burocrtica.....me entiende???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;__no ,en realidad..no veo su punto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;**Dra ,yo soy un hombre de este siglo,uso control remoto,xbox,laptop,ordenador,telefono movil,camara digital.....y le pregunto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;       DRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                PORQUE LAS MUJERES NO SON PLUG AND PLAY?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-114513494776679638?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/114513494776679638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=114513494776679638' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114513494776679638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114513494776679638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_15.html' title='????????????????????'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-114455019380718903</id><published>2006-04-08T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T09:16:58.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHGGGGGGGGG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/grito1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/grito1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ABRIO SU BOCA....DEMASIADAS COSAS&lt;br /&gt;       MIEDO&lt;br /&gt;       IRA&lt;br /&gt;       FRUSTRACIONES&lt;br /&gt;       INEXACTITUDES&lt;br /&gt;       DESAMORES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TRAGO TODO,LO CONVIRTIO EN POLIMEROS VARIADOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     LO HUMEDECIO CON CARICIAS INEXPRESADAS,MANOS NEGADAS,PIELES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;    FANTASMAS,PALABRAS ABORTADAS......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt; ENVASO TODO ,EN SUS CUERDAS VOCALES,TRAGO AIRE....Y DESDE EL MEDIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   DE SU VIENTRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; GRITOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-114455019380718903?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/114455019380718903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=114455019380718903' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114455019380718903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114455019380718903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/04/ahggggggggg.html' title='AHGGGGGGGGG'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-114373409210371925</id><published>2006-03-30T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T07:55:17.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>re-to-ri-ca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/Nebulosa_del_granchio_750pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/400/Nebulosa_del_granchio_750pix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me negaste las letras....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me prohibiste los planes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me desdibujaste el cuerpo ,hasta que solo quedaron tres agujeros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amargaste mi vino ,enturbiaste mi cielo, derrocaste mi deseo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aun preguntas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nena,QUE TE PASA?????&lt;br /&gt;nada....no me pasa nada.........&lt;br /&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/8127635-114373409210371925?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/114373409210371925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=114373409210371925' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114373409210371925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114373409210371925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/03/re-to-ri-ca.html' title='re-to-ri-ca'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-114359506569434584</id><published>2006-03-28T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:17:45.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO  MUCH.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Demasiado         cerca                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InexplIcables  temores.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; dEmasido       Real                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iinsistentes   huIdas......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; demaSido probable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no , gracIas.......Paso..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/bscap005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/bscap005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/bscap004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/bscap004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-114359506569434584?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/114359506569434584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=114359506569434584' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114359506569434584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114359506569434584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/03/too-much.html' title='TOO  MUCH.....'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-114322111151045519</id><published>2006-03-24T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:25:11.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30---30.000</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/MEMORIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/400/MEMORIA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;EL comunicado numero uno....dio miedo....sono como cargado de oscuridad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Era la madrugada, tenia sueño,y para peor despues de el,musica clasica barroca..llena de mas presagios......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Despues años de palabras amordazadas y acalambradas,gente que escapaba...y mucha gete que no pudo........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    *Caminar siempre en contramano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;     *Elegir la mesa mas cerca de la puerta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    *Jugar a ser invisible,caminando siempre en las sombras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;     *No guardar numeros de telefono...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    *Solo conocer los apodos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    *No conocer las direcciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    *Escondernos a escuchar rock.."alternativo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    *Emborracharnos....para pasar el fin de semana...quietecitos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    *Leer libros ,cambiandole las tapas.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    *Escribir y romper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    *Callar,callar,CALLAR........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;HOY ,SE CUMPLEN 30 AÑOS..DEL GOLPE DE 1976&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ese golpe ,habia empezado en 1955,cuando ,los que tienen el dinero en este pais..se asustaron de la JUSTICIA SOCIAL...y comenzaron a elaborar..la Revolucion Neoliberal...que en 1976,mostro sus fauces sangrientas...y que llegada la democracia...no dejo de operar..solo se maquillo distinta...y los desaparecidos...son todos los Malnutridos...gracias a los planes economicos LOS aNALFABETOS FUNCIONALES...gracias a la  Ley  Federal de Dominacion(o es de educacion???)...y todos los que no usan Cultura light...Globalizacion,fashion,shoppins,hipers....ect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ES A ESE PLAN NEOLIBERAL ,AL QUE HOY MAS QUE NUNCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         LE ESCRIBIMOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    NUNCA MAS-NUNCAMAS-NUNCAMASNUNCAMAS-NUNCAMAS-NUNCAMAS&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/8127635-114322111151045519?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/114322111151045519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=114322111151045519' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114322111151045519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114322111151045519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/03/30-30000.html' title='30---30.000'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-114281297104846000</id><published>2006-03-19T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:27:56.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>testigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/pollock3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/pollock3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Te alcanzo un alfabeto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      me consagro a mirarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;      Construyes  muros y redes,templos y burdeles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Tiñes   de sangre, despojas de vicio, lavas con lagrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                   TE OBSERVO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;         Tus dedos arañan  imagenes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                proscriben  sensaciones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                        espatulan deseos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;         No me muevo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                             asisto a la genesis de una de tus galaxias......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(la imagen...es un pollock)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-114281297104846000?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/114281297104846000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=114281297104846000' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114281297104846000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114281297104846000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/03/testigo.html' title='testigo'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-114158582855607538</id><published>2006-03-05T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T11:10:28.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pedido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/1-placer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/400/1-placer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A EL , la espera le habia manchado los dedos de deseo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; ELLA imaginaba el deseo...pero no tenia cuerpo para practicarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;     Se habia despertado, desconectada, con la mente en otra longitud de onda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;     Por mas que intentaba ,su cuerpo no la dejaba sentir......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  Se estiro en la cama......lo miro.....y le pregunto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                   me pintarias un cuerpo¿¿?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-114158582855607538?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/114158582855607538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=114158582855607538' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114158582855607538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114158582855607538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/03/pedido.html' title='pedido'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-114101427094358967</id><published>2006-02-26T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:29:52.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jugar...</title><content type='html'>BUENO , UN ATENTO CABALLERO(http://apesardemi.blogspot.com/), ME ELIGIO PARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTINUAR  UN JUEGUITO INTERESANTE,Y COMO AMO JUGAR...AQUI VOY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Cinco lugares donde morir felizmente:&lt;br /&gt;   *EN UNA PLAYA DESIERTA&lt;br /&gt;   *EN MI CAMA,MIENTRAS DUERMO&lt;br /&gt;   *EN UN BOSQUE,DEBAJO DE UN ARBOL&lt;br /&gt;   *EN UN TEATRO,OYENDO A MI GRUPO FAVORITO DE MUSICA&lt;br /&gt;   *EN MEDIO ,DEL MEJOR POLVO DE MI VIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Cinco series de televisión&lt;br /&gt;   *SIX FEETS UNDER&lt;br /&gt;   *MI MARCIANO FAVORITO&lt;br /&gt;   *JIM WEST&lt;br /&gt;   *MILENIUM&lt;br /&gt;   *LOS SIMPSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Cinco películas inolvidables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *LEOLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *ALL THAT JAZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *DIVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *EL CLUB DE LA PELEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *EL HONOR DE LOS PRIZZI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Cinco libros imprescindibles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;    *DUNE(los de herbert padre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;    * EL LOBO ESTEPARIO(hesse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;    * EL BANQUETE DE SEVERO ARCANGELO(marechal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;    *POESIA VERTICAL(juarroz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;    *SOBRE HEROES Y TUMBAS(sabato)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Cinco canciones inmortales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;            *UNO(discepolo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;            *HUMO SOBRE EL AGUA(deep purple)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;           * ECLIPSE(pink floyd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;           * WHISH YOU WERE HERE(floyd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;           * WE WERE ROCK YOU(queen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Cinco trabajos interesantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;   *TANATOLOGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;   *ARQUEOLOGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;   *PSIQUIATRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;   *TECNICA EN FX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;   *HACKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Cinco personas que deben continuar la cadena(solo si lo desean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;   *DIGLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;   *CIELOAZZUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;   *ASK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;   *BASILISCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;   *POGONA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;**********************************************&lt;/span&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;(its done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &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/8127635-114101427094358967?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/114101427094358967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=114101427094358967' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114101427094358967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114101427094358967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/02/jugar.html' title='jugar...'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-114101111919485079</id><published>2006-02-26T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:31:59.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tarea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/400/010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Otras veces,ella lo habia invitado,a jugar en su piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Hoy  solamente abrio la puerta de la sala,y  señalo,el monton .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;EL se sento en el suelo desnudo,y comenzo a mirar las piezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-114101111919485079?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/114101111919485079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=114101111919485079' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114101111919485079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114101111919485079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/02/tarea.html' title='tarea'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-114048376579342374</id><published>2006-02-20T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:02:45.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/jlpalomeraruiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/jlpalomeraruiz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  DESCENTRADA...ME ACURRUCO EN LA BELLEZA AJENA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;MUTILO MIS RAZONAMIENTOS ,HASTA HACER UN PUZZLE DE MIL PIEZAS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ESCARBO ,DESCALZA..UNA PENDIENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;SOY SUPERNUMERARIA   ,ATROZMENTE    INADECUADA...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;(la imagen de Paloma ruiz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-114048376579342374?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/114048376579342374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=114048376579342374' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114048376579342374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/114048376579342374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/02/descentrada.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113962164424493477</id><published>2006-02-10T16:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T17:34:04.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Amores raidos  ,forman fila ,buscando un subsidio..frente a la oficina estatal-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  La sopa aguada de los sueños, es sosa.No hay sal ni especies...en las limosnas-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Los colores ,no combinan.....los talles estan errados ,y todo luce  demodee-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Sus brazos ,  estan turbados.Es como si cada celula bullera , presa de una revolucion incontenible.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Los temores mal curados.....huelen a baldios abandonados...-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Los deseos ,otrora petreos...se deslizan gelatinosos  por horas  bordadas de reproches..........-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-113962164424493477?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113962164424493477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113962164424493477' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113962164424493477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113962164424493477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/02/amores-raidos-forman-fila-buscando-un.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113917261906586331</id><published>2006-02-05T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T12:50:21.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;En esta esquina...me doles vos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Lo dijo casi en voz alta....justo  alli  a media calle.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Al llegar a la otra esquina....su hemisferio racional...ya la habia regañado durante mas de 500metros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;-Que extrañas?------Que te duele??......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Me duele la ausencia del YO,que solo emerge,cuando estaba el EL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Me duele, la boca seca ,sin palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Los ojos sin fantasia,condenados al mundo real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;SI,en realidad..no te extraño...nene....ME EXTRAÑO!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AAAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-113917261906586331?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113917261906586331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113917261906586331' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113917261906586331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113917261906586331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/02/en-esta-esquina.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113833290638362052</id><published>2006-01-26T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:35:06.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>super-poblacion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cuerpos  huecos......donde  no  resonaba el deseo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;      Imagenes  ...  que   no alcanzaban para motivar los sonidos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;      Humedades..... no correspondidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;     Palabras....sin ninguna connotacion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;     Huellas de promesas.....en pieles hambrientas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;     Desvelos......llenos de gemidos sin remallar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;     Oscuridad... henchida de destellos de ansias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;      Manos.... palpando el vacio.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;      Juramentos ...mancos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;      Climaxs  paraliticos.....gestos congelados,medias palabras....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;      Creo ,que saldre del cuarto....aqui ya somos demasiados.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-113833290638362052?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113833290638362052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113833290638362052' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113833290638362052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113833290638362052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/01/super-poblacion.html' title='super-poblacion'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113790001958857777</id><published>2006-01-21T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T19:20:19.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  el equilibrio me esta acechando,esta alrededor de mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                encima de mi......... entre mis pensamientos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      mire a donde mire ,ahi hay una llamada al equilibrio .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Entonces todo se complica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;             yo, la menos equidistante ,equivalente,equilatera,equi nada,se ve frente a eso ......un&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                      miedo de no .....un miedo de si.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;           Y      ...pienso ,en las cosas inutiles    ,inertes       ,inermes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                          en las cosas que no podran ser a menos que.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                          Luego ,entiendo que &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                la condicion de equilibrio ,es la negacion de la posibilidad.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              y....la negacion es   La Realidad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                lo obvio,lo concreto.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                      y la vida pasa por otra parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                         por creertela ,por tratar,por remar.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                             y a la vez ,la vida es el arte sutil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                     de no morir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                    pidiendo,intentando,tratando........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8127635-113790001958857777?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113790001958857777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113790001958857777' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113790001958857777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113790001958857777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/01/el-equilibrio-me-esta-acechandoesta.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113729794834866784</id><published>2006-01-14T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T20:05:48.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUESTIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; En esta mutacion...me des.encuentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sere yo,quien desea siempre tocar mas?gustar mas?fornicar mas?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Habre sido siempre asi?  He evitado ver y aceptar esta cualidad????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hago un uso brutal e indiscriminado de mis artes.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;y siguen apareciendo las preguntas........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Porque quedarme a dormir esta implicito??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Porque tocarlo y comenzar a desearlo....son sinonimos¿¿????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Que curiosidad mutua subyace....en nuestras exploraciones??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;y la pregunta final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;ESTO ,EN REALIDAD ESTA PASANDO??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-113729794834866784?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113729794834866784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113729794834866784' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113729794834866784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113729794834866784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/01/questions.html' title='QUESTIONS'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113729709105282713</id><published>2006-01-14T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T19:51:31.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>motivo</title><content type='html'>-                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  --cada vez que nos vemos,vengo a matarte!----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ella lo miro confundida, y al instante dibujo un gesto picaro.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;    --No,dijo el,matarte  en serio..de homicidio ,muerte, matar.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; --Contame mas......dijo ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;El le acariciaba el cuello con un dedo...y comenzo a decir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;       -Desde el primer encuentro , fuiste la presa ideal.Reunias todas las condiciones, eras confiada,frontal y lo mas importante....tienes la capacidad de descontrolarme hasta el punto en que te podria matar.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hasta  ahora, siempre logras que lo posponga,a veces es un gesto,otras veces una lagrimita escondida,otras tu lengua implacable sobre mi..otras veces ...es solo tu forma de mirarme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;No se cuanto tiempo mas  lo podre  evitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Es por eso que te eludo.....pero tu eres una necia, insistes ...siempre insistes......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ella simplemente,metio las manos debajo de su camiseta.....suavemente metio la cabeza...y se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; quedo alli..escuchando ese corazon........&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/8127635-113729709105282713?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113729709105282713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113729709105282713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113729709105282713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113729709105282713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/01/motivo.html' title='motivo'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113633563270314390</id><published>2006-01-03T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T16:47:12.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>03()</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;gente disfrazada de año nuevo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ojos de observador ajeno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabor a cenizas gloriosas&lt;br /&gt;rehacer,rehacer&lt;br /&gt;no,para que rehacer lo que no fue??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que era Ser??...cuanto costaba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella esta escondida ,detras de mucha tela ,detras de muchas nadas&lt;br /&gt;y no quiere salir........&lt;br /&gt;Ella,se recita,oraciones de autoayuda ,mientras hace los quehaceres&lt;br /&gt;Ella..ya no sueña...ni siquiera tiene fuerzas para inventar...una puertita en el costado de la nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella tiene muecas certeras,certezas hechas trizas,dolores absurdos...y vacios inconmesurables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se arregla y sale.&lt;br /&gt;......sonrie... apenas.......recordo ese verso.........."salgo mucho.....a veces...vuelvo"&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/8127635-113633563270314390?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113633563270314390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113633563270314390' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113633563270314390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113633563270314390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2006/01/03.html' title='03()'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113538386528418990</id><published>2005-12-23T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:24:25.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Quien sos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Porque me miras asi??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;De donde sacaste esos ojos de dolor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;De quien es ese cuerpo repulsivo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;y esas marcas de fracaso???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Contestameee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;A que viniste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Porque me recordas mis caidas y mi infelicidad??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Que ganas restregandome mi insatisfaccion??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Que te importa si soy inadecuada??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Para que insistis en mi inadaptacion??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;no,no necesito tu jodido resumen...de negatividades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Para que gaste tanto en terapia??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ANDATEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;DEJAME HACER MI VIDA EN PAZ!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Ella arrojo el cenicero de pesado cristal.....y el espejo estallo en mil pedazos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-113538386528418990?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113538386528418990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113538386528418990' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113538386528418990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113538386528418990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/12/who.html' title='who?'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113518965845765303</id><published>2005-12-21T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T10:29:37.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>caida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;La alfombra, amortiguo el ruido de la caida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La sacudida fue feroz,una mezcla de trebejos,peones,torres caballos...todos encimados, apretados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La dama blanca....casi pierde el sentido(el stress es malo para una dama).A medida que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recobraba el sentido de la ubicacion,algunas sensaciones la comenzaron a invadir.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ,hacia tiempo ,que no tenia la posibilidad..de sentir ese cuerpo fuerte,esa piel ,tan masculina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muy suave...chequeeo el cuello ,maraviloso....unico........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ,con ,una casi no-voz..,le susurro.........&lt;br /&gt;-"mi rey .....te echaba de menos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El rey negro,deslizo cual gotas en los oidos de su dama...un hilo de voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_"mi dama......alegra ud mi dia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para lo demas ,no necesitaron palabras....usaron el aire para respirarse ,envolverse,atraparse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. habia buscado por todas partes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detras de la mesa,casi invertida ,estaba la caja de madera cuidadosamente labrada,que habia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heredado de su abuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonrio satisfecho.......si.....era hora de una buena partida.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-113518965845765303?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113518965845765303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113518965845765303' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113518965845765303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113518965845765303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/12/caida.html' title='caida'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113468564732870505</id><published>2005-12-15T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T14:27:27.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ella habia olvidado lo bellas que eran sus manos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quizas ,eso habia ocurrido,cuando,vio en su dedo esa argolla matrimonial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ese circulo de metal...habia extirpado ..las manos de El de la memoria de ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pero de repente ,en medio de esa tarde calurosa,recordo ,que la primera sensacion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; que El le habia trasmitido ,habia sido ,la inmensa seguridad de sus manos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lo bellas que quedaban sobre el volante de la coupe,lo bien que se deslizaban ...sobre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;el teclado,la delicadeza...cuando manipulaba un circuito.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pero se negaba energicamente a recordar.....lo que causaban sobre su piel........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Claro ,la fortaleza ...tiene un precio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-113468564732870505?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113468564732870505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113468564732870505' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113468564732870505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113468564732870505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/12/ella-habia-olvidado-lo-bellas-que-eran.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113435929543410034</id><published>2005-12-11T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:48:15.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Trato de recordar cuanto hacia del primer polvo......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Era mala con las fechas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;El habia cocinado ..algo especial para ella...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Despues .claro se sintio en la obligacion de proponer sexo......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ella recordaba ,de aquella primera noche ,el olor a miedo que destilaba el....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Al animal ,que vivia en ella ,eso le anunciaba problemas..pero la educacion ..y la cortesia ...le impidieron ..vestirse y huir....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Seria tedioso ,relatar ..los polvos truncos...discapacitados ,por compromiso....vacios...austeros........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ella ,se habia dado cuenta ...que no podia tocarlo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;NO se trataba del acto de acariciar....como quien toca a su gato....NO ...ella no podia leerle la piel ..y esa sensacion ..la angustiaba.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Su mente..la regañaba..minimizaba sus temores....pero su piel gritaba....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Despues de multiple experimentos....de analizar que los unia...convinieron que dos humanos sensatos ..solo debian compartir ..aquellos espacios que les eran ..."realmente "comunes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;En la oscuridad del cuarto.....ella se burlo...de las "desigualdades del intercambio"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Esa noche ,cuando al fin habian renunciado al sexo.ella por primera vez......pudo tocarlo!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-113435929543410034?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113435929543410034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113435929543410034' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113435929543410034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113435929543410034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-touch.html' title='one touch'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113415398471409937</id><published>2005-12-09T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T10:46:24.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pe-re-gun-ta.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;QUE                                  ES                              CREERTE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;******deglutirme tu piel?¨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;^^^^^garabatearte?.....en braille-deseo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;¨¨¨¨¨¨desafiar..mi gravedad??.....y caminar por tu mar???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;******mezclar especies ....hasta dar con tu sabor????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;^^^^^^derretir tu soberbia ?......en baño de maria??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*******desenrroscarte? .....de tus miedos......???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;^^^^^^aceptarte en mi placar...planchadito...y muy liso??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*******hummm.......sabes aun .....no lo se.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                        (debere seguir pensando)&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/8127635-113415398471409937?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113415398471409937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113415398471409937' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113415398471409937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113415398471409937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/12/pe-re-gun-ta.html' title='pe-re-gun-ta.....'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113315436084776745</id><published>2005-11-27T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T21:06:02.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no de no</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;El sexo ,habia sido mas que satisfactorio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cualquier eventual observador imparcial,hubiese  apostado ,a un "post-polvo"..cariñoso y feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pero el se levanto ,con la mirada cenicienta y turbia....evitando cuidadosamente los ojos de ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;El, fue al baño ,se borro las marcas del instante anterior y fingio seguir con la rutina diaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ELLA, .se ducho con agua bien  fria, rapida,eficaz.No se seco  .   Se puso la ropa sobre el cuerpo mojado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Era  imperativo abandonar la escena de los hechos. Dibujo una sonrisa sobre los presentimientos, saludo y se fue......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mientras caminaba a paso vivo, repetia en su cabeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                                         "no asi nunca mas....no ,no"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-113315436084776745?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113315436084776745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113315436084776745' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113315436084776745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113315436084776745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-de-no.html' title='no de no'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113270719085990514</id><published>2005-11-22T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:53:10.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;El ruido de la lagrima,sobre la sabana tensa de puro algodon(el preferia las antiguas sabanas de puro algodon),fue ensordecedor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ella,lloraba de ojos muy abiertos,el liquido caia...a su propio ritmo dibujando meandros en sus mejillas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Cada ojo ,interpretaba ,el dolor con su propia suite lagrimal......desparejos ,como si fueran ojos de distintas personas.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;El hablaba.....o quizas no....  quien podia oirlo en medio de esa silente lluvia?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Quizas ...era que el tiempo de las palabras ...habia expirad.....justo en la anteultima caricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Quizas el sonido del fracaso era siempre  demasiado estrepitoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-113270719085990514?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113270719085990514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113270719085990514' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113270719085990514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113270719085990514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/11/el-ruido-de-la-lagrimasobre-la-sabana.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113181938762887776</id><published>2005-11-12T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:16:27.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;El  guardarail  se engullo su cuerpo ,dejando  amores deshuesados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                         temblando entre una  memoria   de flores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                         llenos de preguntas,  ardiendo  ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                          cubiertos de ausencias anticipadas.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                          incredulos...perplejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                          mojados de lagrimas,que no borran ,la huella de sus manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                         el rastro de la piel en rituales huecos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                         QUE PARADOJA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                         siempre  esperabamos que cesara tu amor.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                          pero antes nos abandono.....tu aliento.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para gustavo..que ya no escribe en este mundo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-113181938762887776?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113181938762887776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113181938762887776' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113181938762887776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113181938762887776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='....................'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113087112567791471</id><published>2005-11-01T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:52:05.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>astillas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lo que no tenia nombre se astillo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Asi ,de repente ,frente a aquella vidriera,entendio ,que sea lo que fuese....se habia partido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Es curioso  como el jugar a hacerse daño se volvia un proceso comun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ya no podria jugar con el ,ya no podria vestirse de luz..ni mentir un pais donde fuese feliz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;No podia mirar ,tenia los ojos arrasados,le costaba aceptar el oxigeno.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Maldita sea la fragilidad de las cosas sin nombre!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;(y la poca vida de las acciones sin pasion...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-113087112567791471?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113087112567791471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113087112567791471' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113087112567791471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113087112567791471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/11/astillas.html' title='astillas'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113070269817490749</id><published>2005-10-30T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T12:05:01.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tras-fondo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Tenia esa costumbre de ser despectivo.Quizas en otra vida habia sido un señor feudal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;,caprichoso y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; venal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Cuando afloraba ese rasgo cuasi genetico ,los ojos se le helaban..y el rictus de la boca ,parecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; tallado en piedra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Era entonces cuando desde el otro lado de la mesa espetaba :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; "yo, si tuviera 30 años no me fijaria en una mujer de TU edad".......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;O utilizaba esa mirada de tasador de esclavos .....y dejaba caer un:&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-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   "esas piernas que tenes....son patas de pollo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Quizas se mesaba la barba....y como miembro de una casta superior sentenciaba:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; "para mirar una mujer.....miro a una jovencisima...no una mayor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sentada en el microbus....ella sonrio levemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"analizando todo lo dicho,deberia dar un portazo...y no mirar atras!!" penso.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Pero detras de todas esas sinrazones,ella habia visto,agazapado,al MIEDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Se acaricio el cuello....y murmuro para sus adentros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                    "definitivamente ,esta escasez de prozac....me obligara a leer Platon...;)"....&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/8127635-113070269817490749?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113045865176861217</id><published>2005-10-27T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:17:31.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOSPITAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; ........   alli la luz  no ilumina , solo muestra brevemente.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;  ......  el tiempo se cuenta en gotas de suero.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;....    el blanco sirve para simular pulcritud......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; ....  alli , estar bien....es "tener buen estado general"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; ....   evitar la muerte es "estar hemodinamicamente compensado"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;....    una operacion es "relinda"......cuando... "no presento dificultades!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;....   un piropo es ......"no tenes cara de postoperatorio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;....  las personas tienen nombre raros como "litiasis"...".mioma uterino"...."hematocrito bajo".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;..... alguien se porta "muy bien"...cuando no llama a la enfermera!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;...... bañarse..es higienizarse.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;......los estudiantes de enfermeria...le preguntan a una anciana...quien es el presidente ...para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;      saber si esta......."ubicada  en tiempo y espacio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;PORQUE UNA FALLA EN EL CUERPO.....convierte a una persona ..tan solo en UN MONTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; DE ORGANOS???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;                                PORQUE¿¿¿????.......PORQUEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-113045865176861217?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/113045865176861217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=113045865176861217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113045865176861217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/113045865176861217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/10/hospital.html' title='HOSPITAL'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-113001563383417455</id><published>2005-10-22T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:13:53.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>un 8 de agosto</title><content type='html'>Para satisfacer tu curiosidad......mi bluesman....aqui te va...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              UN OCHO DE AGOSTO..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Acontecimientos&lt;/h2&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1588 - los ingleses atacan                                                          a la Armada Invencible                                                          en Calais y la obligan                                                          a retirarse definitivamente&lt;/p&gt;                                                         &lt;hr /&gt;                                                       1621: Se instala en la ciudad                                                        de Córdoba, la Universidad                                                        Mayor de San Carlos, actualmente                                                        Universidad Nacional de                                                        Córdoba, la primera                                                        de la Argentina&lt;br /&gt;                                                       1763 - nace Charles Bullfinch,                                                        primer arquitecto profesional                                                        de los Estados Unidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1774" title="1774"&gt;1774&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Juan_P%C3%A9rez&amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Juan Pérez"&gt;Juan Pérez&lt;/a&gt; al mando de la &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fragata" title="Fragata"&gt;fragata&lt;/a&gt; de la &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armada_Espa%C3%B1ola" title="Armada Española"&gt;Armada Española&lt;/a&gt; "Santiago" descubre la isla de Quadra hoy conocida como &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vancouver" title="Vancouver"&gt;Vancouver&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;                                                         &lt;hr /&gt;                                                       1776: Por orden del rey                                                        de España Carlos                                                        lll, se crea el Virreinato                                                        del Río de la Plata,                                                        designándose como                                                        capital a Buenos Aires.                                                         &lt;hr /&gt;                                                       1779 - una erupción                                                        del Vesubio destruye la                                                        ciudad italiana de Ottajano.&lt;br /&gt;                                                        &lt;hr /&gt;                                                       1788 - capitula Luis XVI                                                        de Francia: se convocan                                                        los Estados Generales para                                                        mayo de 1789.                                                         &lt;hr /&gt;                                                       1863 - comienza el derribo                                                        de las murallas de La Habana                                                        para la ampliación                                                        de la ciudad.                                                         &lt;hr /&gt;                                                       1868 - un terremoto destruye                                                        Arica (Chile).                                                         &lt;hr /&gt;                                                       1876 - Thomas Edison patenta                                                        el mimeógrafo. &lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;                                                        Jacques Balmat y el Dr.                                                        Piccard alcanzan la cumbre                                                        del Mont Blanc, el pico                                                        más alto de los Alpes.                                                         &lt;hr /&gt;                                                       1879 - nace Emiliano Zapata,                                                        revolucionario mexicano.&lt;br /&gt;900 - se juega el primer                                                        match de tenis por la Copa                                                        Davis.                                                         &lt;hr /&gt;                                                       1908: Los hermanos Wright,                                                        aviadores estadounidenses,                                                        surcan por primera vez el                                                        cielo europeo. Consiguen                                                        volar durante un minuto                                                        y cuarenta y cinco segundos                                                        a diez metros de altura.                                                         &lt;hr /&gt;                                                       1918: Se funda el Instituto                                                        Atlético Central                                                        Cordoba, en la provincia                                                        del mismo nombre, Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;                                                       1925 - se celebra en Washington                                                        el primer congreso nacional                                                        del Ku Klux Klan.                                                         &lt;hr /&gt;                                                       1927 - se inaugura el puente                                                        de la Paz sobre el río                                                        Niágara, que une                                                        las ciudades de Buffalo                                                        (EEUU) y Fort Erie (Canadá).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1945" title="1945"&gt;1945&lt;/a&gt; - La &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/URSS" title="URSS"&gt;URSS&lt;/a&gt; declara la guerra a &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jap%C3%B3n" title="Japón"&gt;Japón&lt;/a&gt; e invade &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manchuria" title="Manchuria"&gt;Manchuria&lt;/a&gt;. Firma de la Carta de las &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naciones_Unidas" title="Naciones Unidas"&gt;Naciones Unidas&lt;/a&gt; por los &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estados_Unidos" title="Estados Unidos"&gt;Estados Unidos&lt;/a&gt;. Se lanza la &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bomba_at%C3%B3mica" title="Bomba atómica"&gt;bomba atómica&lt;/a&gt; sobre &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nagasaki" title="Nagasaki"&gt;Nagasaki&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1949" title="1949"&gt;1949&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/But%C3%A1n" title="Bután"&gt;Bután&lt;/a&gt; gana su independencia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                                       1960 - la empresa farmacéutica                                                        estadounidense G.D. Searle                                                        Drug lanza la "Enovoid",                                                        la píldora anticonceptiva.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;                                                       1989 - la OLP crea su moneda                                                        nacional, la libra palestina.                                                             &lt;hr /&gt;                                                       1990 - Guerra del Golfo:                                                        Iraq se anexa Kuwait.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; EN FIN...y otras cosas masssssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;bluesman..siempre tus juegos me encantan!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Nacimientos&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1879" title="1879"&gt;      1879&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emiliano_Zapata" title="Emiliano Zapata"&gt;Emiliano Zapata&lt;/a&gt;, revolucionario mexicano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1901" title="1901"&gt;1901&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Lawrence" title="Ernest Lawrence"&gt;Ernest Lawrence&lt;/a&gt;, físico estadounidense, &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Premio_Nobel_de_F%C3%ADsica" title="Premio Nobel de Física"&gt;premio Nobel de Física&lt;/a&gt; en &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1939" title="1939"&gt;1939&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1901" title="1901"&gt;1901&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Lawrence" title="Ernest Lawrence"&gt;Ernest Lawrence&lt;/a&gt;, físico estadounidense, &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Premio_Nobel_de_F%C3%ADsica" title="Premio Nobel de Física"&gt;premio Nobel de Física&lt;/a&gt; en &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1939" title="1939"&gt;1939&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1902" title="1902"&gt;1902&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Dirac" title="Paul Dirac"&gt;Paul Dirac&lt;/a&gt;, físico británico, &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Premio_Nobel_de_F%C3%ADsica" title="Premio Nobel de Física"&gt;premio Nobel de Física&lt;/a&gt; en &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1933" title="1933"&gt;1933&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1919" title="1919"&gt;1919&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%93scar_Hurtado" title="Óscar Hurtado"&gt;Óscar Hurtado&lt;/a&gt;, escritor cubano. Considerado el padre de la &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ciencia_ficci%C3%B3n_cubana" title="Ciencia ficción cubana"&gt;ciencia ficción cubana&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                                       1919 -Dino De Laurentis,                                                        productor cinematográfico                                                        estadounidense                                                        1961&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1937" title="1937"&gt;1937&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dustin_Hoffman" title="Dustin Hoffman"&gt;Dustin Hoffman&lt;/a&gt;, actor estadounidense galardonado con el &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oscar" title="Oscar"&gt;Oscar&lt;/a&gt; al mejor actor en &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1979" title="1979"&gt;1979&lt;/a&gt; y &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1988" title="1988"&gt;1988&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1953" title="1953"&gt;1953&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nigel_Mansell" title="Nigel Mansell"&gt;Nigel Mansell&lt;/a&gt;, campeón británico de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/F%C3%B3rmula_1" title="Fórmula 1"&gt;fórmula 1&lt;/a&gt; en &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1992" title="1992"&gt;1992&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;       1957:  la actriz argentina                                                        Cecilia Roth.&lt;br /&gt;      1961  - The Edge (David                                                        Evans), guitarrista de U2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-113001563383417455?l=tormentadeletras.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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-112891322142924163</id><published>2005-10-09T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:00:21.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>par/tida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Habia sido una partida muy reñida.El ajedrez ,tenia esas luchas calmadas e interminables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;El Rey blanco y la Dama negra,tenian tiempo  sin verse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cada movimiento ,la acercaba a el,  y ella tenia listo su discurso.Sabia que seria un cruce breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;asi que tenia todo muy bien pensado........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Al cruzarse,dejo caer en la casilla de en medio,una apretada misiva que rezaba:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;            Mi rey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                        tengo el hueco ,donde faltan sus manos.He fabricado un relicario,con el guiño esquivo de su pelo.Dentro de mi brujula ,escondi su cuello.Entre mis enaguas..reservo ,mis ansias de hallarlo,su boca inquisidora,los silencios aterciopelados  y las charlas ilimitadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Solo queria  informarselo.Suya.....desde siempre ..la dama negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;L A PARTIDA TERMINO EN TABLAS......(creo)...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-112891322142924163?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/112891322142924163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=112891322142924163' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112891322142924163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112891322142924163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/10/partida.html' title='par/tida'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-112891186682388840</id><published>2005-10-09T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T19:37:46.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;En mis paredes ,incrustadas tus muecas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tus gestos ,colgando de los muebles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Caricias vencidas ,desvencijan mi cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Agudo filo del silencio me atraviesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; y caigo herida.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Y desde  la silla    de esa esquina,sentada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; tu boca acida...escupe una sonrisa ironica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-112891186682388840?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/112891186682388840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=112891186682388840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112891186682388840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112891186682388840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/10/en-mis-paredes-incrustadas-tus-muecas.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-112829474896769059</id><published>2005-10-02T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T16:12:29.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;El taxista  menciono que eran las 00:40.Ese fue su ultimo contacto con el tiempo horario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Entro al lugar...musica..... gente(poca aun..era temprano)...el deseo de disfrutar de lo que se venia era la unica prioridad...&lt;br /&gt;Despues todo fue un segundo..o miles...de solo sentir.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En realidad ...el espectaculo..tenia pesimo   sonido....solo la tozudez del artista...permitio que durara..algo mas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella salio de alli...sin la menor nocion de la hora...se sentia naufragando en una calle vacia y familiar.&lt;br /&gt;El no estar atada a los relojes , le daba ingravidez....se sentia tan inmaterial......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente ..recordo...debia  volver al imperio de los segunderos, rendir pleitesia a los minuteros.....y uncirse al yugo de las horas...&lt;br /&gt;Suspiro , apreto el paso...si..en 3 horas tenia que trabajar........&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/8127635-112829474896769059?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/112829474896769059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=112829474896769059' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112829474896769059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112829474896769059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-time.html' title='no time'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-112709317966092549</id><published>2005-09-18T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:58:13.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>con-jura</title><content type='html'>..&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;.ummm..m.....extraño..... deslizarme a tu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;necesito imaginarte ,cual piel perfecta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;,cual acotado silencio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;cual palabra imaginada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Carezco de marcos ,sin tus limites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Carezco de sensaciones , sin tus manos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Carezco de manos , sin tu boca....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Echo de menos mi complementacion....a tus accidentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;la coordinacion con tus ritmos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;la danza de nuestras almas.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sabes ? es aburrido el mundo sin tus Parnasos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.es un Olimpo devenido en Monte de Piedad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;_ es una casa dibujada en cartones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;es una piscina dentro de una taza....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255);font-size:180%;" &gt;La borra de cafe , grita tus frases...&lt;br /&gt;..y los buzios reclaman tu presencia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;POR ESO .....te conjuro!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-112709317966092549?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/112709317966092549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=112709317966092549' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112709317966092549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112709317966092549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/09/con-jura_18.html' title='con-jura'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-112139667241361127</id><published>2005-09-10T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T18:55:52.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUUUUUUUUU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me muero de ganas de tocarlo entero.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Asi ,vestidos , en una esquina cualquiera   ,debajo de cualquier sombra y durante unos microsegundos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.Jugar al ansia..........,jugar a no poder y querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Querer tanto .......que sea verano ,dia de sol ,tropico.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Tener.....            tantas ansias.que los segundos parezcan deslizarse fugaces ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;que no alcancen los dedos..........,que se seque la lengua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...............que los brazos se acalambren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que la corriente sea continua ...........y los espasmos alternos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;mmmmmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; muchacha le gusta torturarse con la fantasia dela ausencia.!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;                                                 .. es un juego interesante ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-112139667241361127?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/112139667241361127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=112139667241361127' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112139667241361127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112139667241361127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/09/auuuuuuuuu.html' title='AUUUUUUUUU'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-112571340026478557</id><published>2005-09-02T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:10:00.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>receta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No basta ,con elegirlo con cuidado....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Tampoco es suficiente, el gesto de buena voluntad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Se deslien ,las buenas intenciones.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Casi ,todo pierde su sazon......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No es que exista un "problema"...ni que las personas no lo intenten suficiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No es cuestion de culpar a los "giros" del destino,a los desatinos....o a las condiciones climaticas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Nada de eso.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                               SOLO FALTA LA PASION!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-112571340026478557?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/112571340026478557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=112571340026478557' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112571340026478557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112571340026478557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/09/receta.html' title='receta'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-112387384219390908</id><published>2005-08-12T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T12:38:07.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hummm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/1600/bo-ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/674/536/320/bo-ca.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Extraño&lt;br /&gt;                                                de vos,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       esa habilidad&lt;br /&gt;                                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                          para dejarte colonizar.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extraño&lt;br /&gt;            la posibilidad&lt;br /&gt;                                   la probabilidad&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      el "acaso".......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Extraño&lt;br /&gt;                                                el trabajo&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     de mis manos&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       en tu piel...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Extraño&lt;br /&gt;                                        el pleno&lt;br /&gt;                                                               empleo de&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  mis labios..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  (sabes que.....creo que .....te extraño!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-112387384219390908?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/112387384219390908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=112387384219390908' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112387384219390908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112387384219390908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/08/hummm.html' title='hummm'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-112345904726631940</id><published>2005-08-07T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T16:57:27.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poner.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"mira que yo estoy poniendo mucho en esta relacion"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;El ,lo dijo,asi de corrido,sono sentencioso,casi amenazador.....e inevitablemente..ella empezo a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;    enumerar:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                 cosas que pongo en la relacion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                ***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;   #algunos cmts de piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;   #mi  voz,titilandote en el oido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;   #mis pies entre tus piernas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;   #mis manos,libres de garras,como guantes de seda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  # lo que digo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  #lo que callo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  #gemidos de intensidad variada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  # risas autenticas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  #caricias desinteresadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  #voluntad de aprender a recorrerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; # deseos de aprender tu lenguaje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; #mi yo....sin  dobleces ,expuesto y fragil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; #mi pensamiento (aun cuando no coincida con el tuyo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; #mis preferencias.....entre las que se cuenta...tu compania....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;y podria seguir enumerando....pero jamas  podria decirte....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"mira que yo estoy poniendo mucho en esta relacion"........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-112345904726631940?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/112345904726631940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=112345904726631940' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112345904726631940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112345904726631940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/08/poner.html' title='poner.......'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-112226190939509984</id><published>2005-07-24T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T20:25:09.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>viaje</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Curioso hilo me teje.......ajeno y autoconvocado.Chillon y amnesico,armadura del &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;rastro de tus dedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Coraza sensible dentro de la cual,enmarcamos una galaxia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me desenrrollo por tus dendritas,me vuelvo impulsos electricos,y estimulo toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;tu piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Recorro tus venas como un globulo rojo......te pinchas el dedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me asomo..en la gota de sangre...te miro...desde el borde de tu dedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Te llevas el dedo a la boca,al trepar..acaricio tu lengua...cada papila......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me resbalo junto a tu saliva en la traquea.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;ummmm...ya estoy de nuevo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    dentro tuyo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-112226190939509984?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/112226190939509984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=112226190939509984' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112226190939509984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112226190939509984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/07/viaje.html' title='viaje'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-112198293681187779</id><published>2005-07-21T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T14:55:36.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a-DIOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;El valor de decir adios.Saber que habia terminado pero sin embargo...esperar el hachazo ,el fulgurante brillo de un filo,para acatar la muerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ese dolorcito ,infimo e innombrable.Esa lagrima no nata,ese escozor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;El hielo de manos muertas hace tiempo...acariciando carnes ansiosas.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-112198293681187779?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/112198293681187779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=112198293681187779' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112198293681187779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112198293681187779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/07/dios.html' title='a-DIOS'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-112167289519269991</id><published>2005-07-18T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:48:15.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maldita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;maldita sea!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;no podia quedarme...con tu cuello..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;no podia conformarme con que me  prendieras   fuego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;no podia  dejarlo en la carne,detenerlo en los orgasmos,sostenerlo en tus uñas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;no podia..ser juez y parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;no podia seguir mirando a otro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;no podia,reclamar mis espasmos,beberte invariablemente,gozarte completamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;no..que esperanza!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;tenia que mirarte el alma..y dejar que imprimara mis retinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;tenia que tatuarte en el enves de mi piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;tenia que escribir tus memorias en mi disco duro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;tenia que escuchar sin vioz la palabra secreta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;.....sera por eso amor..que ahora te siento circular.....adentro...por mis venas.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-112167289519269991?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/112167289519269991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=112167289519269991' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112167289519269991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112167289519269991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/07/maldita.html' title='maldita'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-112036611101360366</id><published>2005-07-02T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T21:48:31.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conta-g</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;le molestaba el encaje  del corpiño....los pezones ,rozaban inquietos..tensados por el recuerdo de la boca de el chupandole cuidadosamente ,un dedo del pie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;una sola idea...le llenaba la cabeza...podria alguna vez...verlo disfrutar a el tanto ,como disfrutaba ella?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;..se sintio egoista...de disfrutar mientras el solo observaba,con la prudencia de un cientifico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;distraida,se paso una mano por el hombro derecho....percibia..el lugar donde habian estado..sus dientes...(los de el)....el espasmo fue involuntario..respiiro hondo para no dejar escapar el gemido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;se sintio egoista..de la corriente electrica que la atravesaba,aun cuando habian pasado ,varias horas..desde sus manos,desde su lengua....desde su cuerpo(el de el)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;no habia dudas..... se habia establecido contacto.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-112036611101360366?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/112036611101360366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=112036611101360366' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112036611101360366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/112036611101360366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/07/conta-g.html' title='conta-g'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-111948385686601641</id><published>2005-06-22T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:27:56.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ventanales....ojos traslucidos....tuneles....sus venas...casi vacias de ardor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;carencias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;los dedos que no estan dejando marcas rojas sobre su espalda,,la lengua que no la barniza,erizandole los poros,no hay peor añoranza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que la vision de ese cuerpo,expuesto,a su lado , y ella deseando tener ojos en cada dedo ,para verlo todo ,y fotografiar cada respiracion ,cada suspiro,cada linea de esa boca, ansiosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y no lo podia saber....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no podia adivinar donde estaba ahora ,que redes lo entretejian ,lejos de sus penelopes manos ,huecas ,sin sus piernas desnudas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ella decia que no podia frenarlas..pero en realidad,el inmenso placer, de recordarse navegandolo ,era lo unico que desea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no.....murmuro ella,solo estas dejando a tu animal,redearse,de luz,nadar en aguas tibias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y de algun modo volver al utero placentero del no nato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ella tb tomo atajos q la resguadaran de la avalancha,y naufragaba en una sopa de letras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;......solo estas ,dandote permiso,de ser...menos autosuficiente,mas carnal,menos cerebral....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;,Ella solo estiraba un dedo ,para reconocer,ese animal nuevo,sorprendentemente vital ,que habia emergido,de las viejas cascaras,el dedo serpenteaba obre esa masa de sensaciones y efluvios....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Era sorprendente ,el sistema de retroalimentacion ,que se habia desatado...el se abandono a sus dedos y se dejo llevar a esos cielos prometidos y siempre postergados.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y ella cual sherezade, cada noche hacia algo q lo sorprendia;y el esperaba con ansiedad su aparicion,sabia q estaba condenado mas no podia ya evitarlo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--------------xq yo tpc soy del rebaño-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;El viejo brujo ,habia evadido ,de nuevo habia echo su pase de evitar,ella sonreia.....levemente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;el creyo q ella entenderia el cumplido y la escueta explicacionq todo definia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ella,sabia eso...esa no era la cuestion,ella sabia tanto como el,la inquietud era ...desde cuando ,cuanto,cual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;se perciben ciertas vibraciones,y el las sintio con ella,lo demas esta demas.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;de nuevo ,ella sonreia...el tenia razon,y esa razon.....era parte del morbo...que curioso...la cazadora....cazada...y a merced de el,exponia su cuello deseando ,el filo de sus dientes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ponerle un rostro..... ya el juego tomo otro cariz.....cambiaria un rostro......los hechos???cambiaria un rostro las vibraciones?seguro q no las cambiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;,ella recordo un deseo,aquel deseo inmenso ,de que alguien fuera capa de amarla,obviando su cuerpo,obviando su mente,solo,amandola,asi ,deshojada,maltrecha,furiosa,severa,debil,caida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;alguien que pudiera pasar a traves de las ruinas...y la tocara ,realmente&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/8127635-111948385686601641?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111948385686601641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111948385686601641' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111948385686601641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111948385686601641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/06/ventanales.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-111923374230660877</id><published>2005-06-19T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T19:15:42.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ella era la mujer de Daniel.desde el dia en que rozo,su brazo con el de el,en ese bar aburrido ,delante de esa cerveza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ella era la mujer de Daniel ,desde que lo ayudo a sacarse el pullover,mientras miraban a gente jugar al pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ella era la mujer de Daniel,desde que no podia pasar un dia sin verlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ella era la mujer de Daniel,desde que aprendieron a usar  todos los orificios para el placer,todas las neuronas para gustarse,todas las pieles para tocarse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ella era la mujer de Daniel,desde que lo enseño a disfrutar de todos los lugares,y el le enseño,que las maquinas no mordian......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ella era la mujer de Daniel,desde que lo admiraba y lo deseaba,hasta cuando lo tenia...y lo deseaba aun mas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ella era la mujer de Daniel ,desde que el le regalo a su niña,y cada dia que esa niña crecio.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ella era la mujer de Daniel ,aun cuando el le dijo claramente ,que ella estaba fuera de su vida privada.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y ese sabado.....cinco años despues de no verlo......recien se habia dado cuenta........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111923374230660877?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111923374230660877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111923374230660877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111923374230660877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111923374230660877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='.........'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-111864064417934290</id><published>2005-06-12T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T22:30:44.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el dia  despues....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No me rio......estoy sensible hoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me dura lo de anoche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me corta todavia la necesidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; todavia tengo la sed&lt;br /&gt;                                  todavia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tengo cosas..atoradas entre la mente y el cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;                                todavia estoy&lt;br /&gt;carente, minuscula , desheredada, harapienta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;agnostica...y chillona&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%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;y  eso  se  resuelve  solo... uno  mismo... no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;si....eso se bate bien......y se disuelve..quizas queden coagulos y se haga un aneurisma de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;y se sienta ..una obstrucion de las vias aereas&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%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;sabes que se puede morir  de  eso...  no?&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%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;si..eso seria una salida rapida.....no permitido..en este caso....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sabes ,que .....me voy a fijar ,que hay en la tele................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111864064417934290?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111864064417934290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111864064417934290' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111864064417934290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111864064417934290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/06/el-dia-despues.html' title='el dia  despues....'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-111804028511408617</id><published>2005-06-05T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:50:41.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNA CHARLA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;                                                               &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Cansadita?..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;NO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;idiota desmesurada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;perdida,.....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;fugada y fugaz....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dir style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;desorientada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;  &lt;dir style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;colgada de un barranco.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dir&gt; &lt;dir style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;jugando con las sombras&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dir&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;dir&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kaotica...anarkista militante........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dir&gt; &lt;p&gt;                                                                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;q máS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dir&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;atada con las ramas de la nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;  &lt;dir  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;sarcastica a cuenta de las lagrimas.....&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;dulce en los huecos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;ceniza..... en la superficie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt;                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt;                                                                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Ando triste hoy tambien.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;dir style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;si lo se.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;dir  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt;era un dia para estar juntos tirados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;abrazados ,hasta que nos curemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;si.....en silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;font&gt;en uno de esos silencios firmes,,,fuertes,un silencio-cueva.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;                                     silencio-velo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la vida no es esto a veces, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          pero...&lt;br /&gt;                                                     .&lt;font&gt;porque no vivis solaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111804028511408617?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111804028511408617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111804028511408617' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111804028511408617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111804028511408617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/06/una-charla.html' title='UNA CHARLA...'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-111714034178819158</id><published>2005-05-26T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T13:45:41.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>es-pera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Lo esperaba ,detras de cada esquina,en cada ring del telefono,en cada auto,en cada mail....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Lo esperaba,en esa area pequeña antes del sueño,y en los no-sueño de cada noche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Lo esperaba en cada recoveco  de las canciones,en la luz de las letras,en las veredas blanquiisimas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Lo esperaba,porque ,era su mayor habilidad.era su summun,era su doctorado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Y ciertamente,tambien lo esperaba ,porque EL,era eso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                * &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;la suma de minutos ausentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;                *las caricias no-natas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;                *los besos larvados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;                *las sillas vacias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;                *las botellas sin descorchar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;                *el rio donde faltan ,un par de ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;                *la musica que cae al suelo,sin oidos que la junten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;                *el sudor que no es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;               *la noche hueca e informe.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111714034178819158?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111714034178819158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111714034178819158' title='12 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;Meto tus ojos-infierno,en la fragua de mi mente ,y dejo que suban lentas lenguas de fuego....desde alli hasta el limite de lo que de mi conozco.&lt;br /&gt;Queman las cenizas ,que se esparcen,y alli estan esas manos tuyas ,que me producen tanto morbo....y muerdo mis propios dedos en ausencia de los tuyos,lamo cuidadosamente cada dedo,esperando saborearte.&lt;br /&gt;Miro esa boca,con dientes de lobo joven,esos labios acidos y perversos...le paso mis dedos tratando de sentirlos tibios.....&lt;br /&gt;Sacudo la cabeza,y retorno .Deberia terminar este trabajo ,o me vere en dificultades.&lt;br /&gt;nota:mandar tus fotos a la papelera de reciclaje....&lt;br /&gt;(podre??????)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111653395918271256?l=tormentadeletras.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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-111653118793904783</id><published>2005-05-19T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T12:33:07.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111653118793904783?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111653118793904783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111653118793904783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111653118793904783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111653118793904783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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-8127635.post-111603011628470467</id><published>2005-05-13T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T18:17:30.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tu......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tu nombre es,una esponja,  que traga palabras y escupe sensaciones y sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu nombre es el blanco donde mis ojos aprenden a leerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu nombre es la alegria ,de esos pequeños descubrimientos.&lt;br /&gt; Tu nombre es el respaldo de mis sueños....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tu nombre es una cita,en medio de la inmensidad......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tu nombre son los sabores ,que sueño y que tengo en mi imaginacion....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tu nombre es la esperanza del roce perfecto......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tu nombre es la curva de mi sonrisa ,es un ingrediente de mi placer,es mi minuto de relax.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tu nombre es las letras ,que necesito ,para no ahogarme nunca....... una realidad algodonosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tu nombre,casi casi cambio de dueño.....por que algunas noches ,tu nombre .....soy yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111603011628470467?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111603011628470467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111603011628470467' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111603011628470467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111603011628470467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/05/tu.html' title='tu......'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-111595214514993002</id><published>2005-05-12T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T19:42:25.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;No hay nostalgia peor que añorar lo que nunca jamás sucedió .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111595214514993002?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111595214514993002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111595214514993002' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111595214514993002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111595214514993002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-hay-nostalgia-peor-que-aorar-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-111257314810362544</id><published>2005-05-09T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T09:24:47.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>retorica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Recapitulemos...&lt;br /&gt;no era que vos eras un asunto terminado en mi vida?&lt;br /&gt;no era que ya habia aprendido la leccion..y no precisaba clases de apoyo....'???&lt;br /&gt;no era que tu piel, se me iba a lavar en cualquier otra piel????&lt;br /&gt;no era que yo habia inventado todo ,como un mecanismo de defensa ,ante la soledad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;no era que nuestra sangre no se incendiaba ,que eramos re asumidos,adultos posmo.,chicos listos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que solo curtian alcohol,escuchaban musica freaky,y lecturas agudas????&lt;br /&gt;y entonces ,porqueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;porque me muero por mojarme la boca con tu piel.,porque tengo que poner una peli de llorar,para que las lagrimas de extrañarte me duelan menos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Porque entonces ,tengo mis ojos abrochados en tu tatuaje,y estan mis ganas urdidas con tus musculos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Porque no me sirve ninguna otra cosa? porque necesito esconderme debajo de tus costillas...a esperar que amanezca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;NO,deja nomas.....mejor ,no me contestes....a ver si me termino dandome cuenta de todo&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111257314810362544?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111257314810362544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111257314810362544' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111257314810362544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111257314810362544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/05/retorica.html' title='retorica'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-111550019999088013</id><published>2005-05-07T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T16:51:31.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>danza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No estaban seguros de como iba a salir.&lt;br /&gt;La chica fue puntual,el fue vanal,dijo esas tonterias de rigor..."queres tomar algo",&lt;br /&gt;sentate";"estas linda"..ect.&lt;br /&gt;Ella echo una rapida ojeada al cuarto,fue hasta el otro rincon,se descalzo ....y camino ,asi en medias hasta donde el estaba.&lt;br /&gt;El,no sabia bien que hacer...era en realidad ,un solitario,cruzado en ese momento ,por sentimientos encontrados,de alguna forma ,ella violaba su intimidad,por otro lado ,el deseaba que ella estuviera ahi,le daba curiosidad,pero no estaba seguro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ella ,sin mirarlo ,le dijo.----me das un gusto?&lt;br /&gt;El trago saliva...y dijo´´´´´´´´si?&lt;br /&gt;------pone musica..quiero bailar con vos.&lt;br /&gt;´´´´´´ýo siempre tengo musica...jeje&lt;br /&gt;-----jeje..obvio pero compartila....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;El puso la musica ,ella cerro los ojos ...si se comenzo a mover..el aprovechaba para mirarla con curiosidad....ella se fue acercando hasta bailarle alrededor...&lt;br /&gt;El se empezo a mover,hasta que casi inconcientemente combinaron los tiempos.&lt;br /&gt;Quizas fue ella ,quien en esa danza ,comenzo a palparlo,quizas fue el......&lt;br /&gt;Quizas fue el quien empezo a besar el cuello ,primero suave y luego con mordisquitos..&lt;br /&gt;Debe haber sido ella ,la que mientras sentia sus dientes,le susurraba cosas obscenas y feroces.....&lt;br /&gt;O quizas...eran de el los gruñiditos....anhelantes y de ella la respiracion agitada..y la humedad....&lt;br /&gt;Aunque pensandolo bien ,fue ella quien desabrocho el boton de su jean y paso las manos sobre ciertas turgencias de reciente data...solo para animarse a mas,y dejar caer el pantalon(de el) y sus rodillas(las de ella)en un solo movimienTo....&lt;br /&gt;AHHH,si!!! fue ahi cuando ella...ahi arrodillada en el suelo,le clavo los ojos..,y le dijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ffff;"&gt;CABALLERO,ME CONCEDE ESTA PIEZA???'"................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111550019999088013?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111550019999088013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111550019999088013' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111550019999088013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111550019999088013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/05/danza.html' title='danza'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-111532226189135779</id><published>2005-05-05T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:44:21.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MICRO....</title><content type='html'>En este dia gris,resplandecio tu sol.&lt;br /&gt;Fue un instante fugaz,en donde fue todo,claridad de agua que corre.&lt;br /&gt;Tener tus ojos mirando .colgados desde el vacio.&lt;br /&gt;La enorme nada te golpeo los sentidos ,y no te dio tiempo de saborear tu miedo.&lt;br /&gt;Quedaste ,ahi ,expectante ,alertado,brotado.......&lt;br /&gt;Y TE EMPEZASTE A CONSUMIR,A LA VEZ QUE MUTABAS IRREVERSIBLEMENTE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111532226189135779?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111532226189135779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111532226189135779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111532226189135779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111532226189135779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/05/micro.html' title='MICRO....'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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-8127635.post-111522569225898210</id><published>2005-05-04T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T09:54:52.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Era curioso ,esa mañana se habia dado cuenta ,que su cuerpo le molestaba.&lt;br /&gt;A lo largo de esos 45 años ,ella y su cuerpo habian atravesado distintas etapas.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tenia 15,su cuerpo atraia miradas indeseadas,y decidio negarlo ,taparlo,evitarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Tuvo hijos ,uso el sexo ,para mantener la paz,era un tramite cas un administrativo.&lt;br /&gt;Ella no sabia porque ,sus hombres ,siempre volvian por mas.&lt;br /&gt;Ese poder estaba oculto ,ella era instintiva,solo eso....&lt;br /&gt;Despues y muy lentamente,aprendio a usar esa magia.....&lt;br /&gt;Pero en todas esas acciones ,el cuerpo estaba ausente...era solo un vehiculo....&lt;br /&gt;Luego ,y casi sin darse cuenta ,entro a dominar ewl arte y a esparcir la magia.....&lt;br /&gt;Y esta mañana ,al bañarse ,supo que su cuerpo ,le molestaba....&lt;br /&gt;Si despues de todo ese tiempo........existia  el cuerpo......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111522569225898210?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111522569225898210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111522569225898210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111522569225898210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111522569225898210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/05/era-curioso-esa-maana-se-habia-dado.html' title=''/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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-8127635.post-111507679373139965</id><published>2005-05-02T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T16:33:13.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el...no miedo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;En su  mente el se habia vuelto recurrente.No importaba que era lo que pasaba ,siempre asomaba.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eran demasiadas mutaciones continuas y ella observandolas,con la lengua cortada,las manos mudas,y las ganas llagadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Los colores tenian mensajes ,que la atacaban en sus sueños ,y la hacian despertar,desorientada y ardiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Las formas eran solo imagenes variables ,que terminaban justo en sus deseos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Los sonidos convocaban una danza ancestral,y buscaban en el giro vacio ,la carne inexistente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ni siquiera ,el monton de tareas conseguian separar a su mente ,del espiral...de atraccion y rechazo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y lo peor,...ahora sabia, definitivamente ,que no era miedo.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111507679373139965?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111507679373139965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111507679373139965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111507679373139965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111507679373139965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/05/elno-miedo.html' title='el...no miedo'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-111500116858267158</id><published>2005-05-01T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:32:48.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>virtual???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eran las seis de la mañana cuando llego a su casa.El tramite era acostarse un rato ,y vuelta a las labores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lo unico diferente ,era esa sensacion de ingravidez,de pies alados ,de almita ligera.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se dio cuenta ,que esa noche ,no  podria dormir con ninguna ropa sobre la piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dejo caer sus ropas  ,al lado de la cama,y se deslizo ,suavemente en las sabanas....estaban frias....su piel no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se estiro como una gata satisfecha ,reteniendo ,en su epidermis ,cada uno de  los mimos de el...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cada palabra,cada silencio ,cada pestaña ,cada trago ,cada molecula de luz,cada gramo de conciencia,cada gota de tiempo juntos.....habian formado ese universo donde habia estado sumergida ,y de donde  su cerebro se negaba a retirarse.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cuanto tiempo habian estado juntos???...desde cuando les pasaban esas cosas?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;A quien le importaban esas preguntas????..cuando verlo era,abismarse,desearlo,desenrrollarlo,extenderlo,majarlo,mojarlo,molerlo ,integrarlo ,adivinarlo ,pintarlo ,desteñirlo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se acariciaba ,sola en su cama , deseando sus manos eternas-etereas..y completando sus silencios con el gesto de sus gemidos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;De a poco ,la gano el sueño......entraba en esa nebulosa y solo atino a pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;quien dijo que es virtual???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111500116858267158?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111500116858267158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111500116858267158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111500116858267158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111500116858267158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/05/virtual.html' title='virtual???'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-111488247695205109</id><published>2005-04-30T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T10:34:36.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>despertar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ella se estiro en la cama.Comenzaba otro dia.Era curioso ,cuando uno tiene poco de algo ,cada fecha es un aniversario,y cada encuentro es un festejo,solo despues,con la rutina se pierde esa magia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Lo habia empezado a extrañar desde hacia dias,era solo como ,un pequeño "algo",encriptado en tantas cosas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Este trabajo de esperar ,que ella hacia mejor que nadie ,tenia sus altas y bajas .como todo trabajo.Hoy,era esos dias  de buscarlo ,aun cuando no lo veria(porque eso ella lo sabia);ese tercer ojo ;que jamas se equivocaba.......Hoy era de esos dias ,de presentirlo ,inquieto ,triste ,parcial y desamparado...y desear ser aire solo para entornarlo ,sin que lo note,y llenarle los intersticios de caricias inalambricas y constantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hoy era uno de esos dias de apoyarle a cabeza en su regazo, y dejar a sus dedos contarle las mil y una historias,en breves instantes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hoy era de esos dias de jugar a cuidarlo,hasta el minimo detalle.......cadasegundo del tiempo robado ,a la "vida ordinaria".......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Abrio los ojos ,bajo los pies de la cama.....y comenzo a arroparse.....afuera .....hacia frio........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111488247695205109?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111488247695205109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111488247695205109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111488247695205109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111488247695205109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/04/despertar.html' title='despertar'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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-8127635.post-111479826300890712</id><published>2005-04-29T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T11:11:03.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ahora si,mi amor!!!!.Ahora voy a poder amarte como realmente te lo mereces,ahora mis caricias ,realmente te tocaran,y mis miradas calcinaran tus inseguridades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Llego por fin el tiempo ,de que mi piel sea real para ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Te acordas que reclamabas, con justicia,quer perdia tu ritmo ,que me notabas lenta....como distraida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bueno,de ahora en mas, eso son cosas del pasado,todo sera instantaneo,sere una saeta buscando tus estimulos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;podre,acabar contigo al unisono,beberte plenamente.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;QUE?...preguntas porque salgo con esto ahora????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hay mi amopr,es quer papa,puso banda ancha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111479826300890712?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111479826300890712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111479826300890712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111479826300890712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111479826300890712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='A'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-111472917700874100</id><published>2005-04-28T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T15:59:37.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>llamado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ella levanto el tubo,marco el numero,(pocas veces lo habia marcado...aun necesitaba consultar el papel).Espero,escucho la voz adormilada de el,claro,era la madrugada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;----hola,necesitaba hablarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;+++si,no es medio tarde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;----si,lo se.tarde en decidirme....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;+++y ..que es eso que tenes para decirme....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;----Decirte que yo tampoco ,habria sabido como arrancar,no imagino como habrian sido mis movimientos.Creo que no estoy capacitada para acceder a vos.Y vos,que sos el "vulnerable"...me pareces la roca mas imposible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Claro ,que moriria de gusto ,si solo fuera ,llegar ,dejar caer las ropas....y amarte como si fuera de enserio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pero ,si algo es nuestra especialidad,son las corazas ,las mascaras,los atajos ,los temblores,las cien formas del miedo.....y no hablo del miedo a ti o a mi .....hablo de nuestro particular miedo a nosotros mismos.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Si,porque ignoro ,que puedes extraer de mi ,y que puedo extraer de ti........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bueno ,vuelve a lo tuyo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ya sabes lo que decia ,la antigua cancion....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                "&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;SI PUDIERAS OLVIDAR TU MENTE FRENTE A MI ,SE  QUE TU CORAZON DIRIA QUE SI!".......besitos......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111472917700874100?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111472917700874100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111472917700874100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111472917700874100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111472917700874100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/04/llamado.html' title='llamado'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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-8127635.post-111461736089595132</id><published>2005-04-27T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T08:56:00.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>te</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Te estoy esperando.Si,siempre te espero ,aunque este en la cama acompañada de alguien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Te espero ,aunque tu cuerpo sea un enigma ,siempre negado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Te espero,en cada curva de mi imaginacion   ,y la vez ,no se que esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Si,ya lo se suena contradictorio,pero se que solo lo sabre cuando lo palpe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Antes ,no me es posible definirlo,ni reclamarlo,ni nombrarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;A veces creo ,que ya esta,que es "eso"...pero inmediatamente ,percibo que no ,que comienza a desleirse....y se v a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Otras  veces,reniego de esa busqueda inconciente.....pero me niego a aceptar menos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Je je.....ya me ves.....si soy yo........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111461736089595132?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111461736089595132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111461736089595132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111461736089595132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111461736089595132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/04/te.html' title='te'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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-8127635.post-111455512951137181</id><published>2005-04-26T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:38:49.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3d</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;y ...que me harias???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Estamos en una habitacion a oscuras,se que estas ahi,porque ese fue el trato....Mis ojos tardan en acostumbrarse a  la oscuridad ,desconozco la distribucion de los muebles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Decido por la oscuridad,extiendo los brazos y en el mas inmenso silencio,comienzo a avanzar, tropiezo...una silla?...o banqueta?..y mis rodillas adivinan el borde de la cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Quedo un segundo suspendida.Luego,me apoyo despacio..sobre ese cobertor.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;El primer registro ,es tu respiracion ,en un punto de esa geografia,y el calor que emana de tu cuerpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Comienzo a buscar ese calor ,con la punta de mis dedos nerviosos,desearia,tener mas sentidos para adivinarte,mas aun dentro de esa oscuridad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt; medida que  te recorro ,me voy dibujando tu imagen ,ahora en tres dimensiones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se siente raro convertir,muchas letras,deseos,visiones,en un cuerpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pero a eso hemos venido..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111455512951137181?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111455512951137181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111455512951137181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111455512951137181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111455512951137181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/04/3d.html' title='3d'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-111444362472828294</id><published>2005-04-25T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T08:40:24.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>informe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;muy sr mio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Le comunico que realizados todos los estudios de campo,llevadas a cabo todas las pruebas de laboratorio,observadas  las conductas de los sujetos de prueba,hemos llegado a las siguientes conclusiones&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;*nada  podra reemplazar sus manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;*ninguna otra arma hay contra el frio polar,que no sea su piel en llamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;*nada modificara  las imagenes,que ud implantara ,durante sus incursiones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;*no ha sido hallado aun ansiolitico mas efectivo,que los "despues" con ud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;*el poder anfetaminico de sus gemidos,no ha hallado aun parangon,en gemido alguno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;*comparado ,y vuelto a comparar,la suya es defiitivamente,la performance optima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Adjunto ,resultado de pruebas antedichas,firma de los profesionales consultados,areas chequeadas y mapa interactivo del sitio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Quedamos a su disposicion ,para futuras consultas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Esperamos ,este informe,le resulte satisfactorio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;"&gt;saludamos a ud atte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111444362472828294?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111444362472828294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111444362472828294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111444362472828294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111444362472828294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/04/informe.html' title='informe'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127635.post-111438500865305770</id><published>2005-04-24T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T16:23:28.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN-FIDELIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"---sabes que pasa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;---no acepto eso de la infidelidad-------"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Dicho con esa boca ,que deshago,cada vez que se me cruza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pensado con esas dendritas,que elucubran las mil formas de poseeernos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Deshilachado,con esos dedos ,que me tejen la piel como si fuera magica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cocinado,en tu vientre espasmodico de nosotros,que no podemos percibirnos sin sonreir maliciosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aromado,con sudor y semen....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pintado,con las marcas de tus uñas y mis uñas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Masticado, con esos dientes- aguijon que me instilan el mas salvaje deseo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sublimado,y sufrido ,en cada roce de nuestros codigos binarios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Soñado,en cada alucinacion tactil que nos pierde en los bosques mas espesos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ESCRITO EN LA CASA QUE COMPARTES CON ELLA-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8127635-111438500865305770?l=tormentadeletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/feeds/111438500865305770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8127635&amp;postID=111438500865305770' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111438500865305770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8127635/posts/default/111438500865305770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentadeletras.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-fidelis.html' title='IN-FIDELIS'/><author><name>tormentadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438835039286792337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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