tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503502202818992312012-02-15T22:23:01.295-08:00peperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16705637367197275293noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650350220281899231.post-11426483599333940712007-08-17T19:58:00.000-07:002007-08-17T20:14:09.250-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR8_NWhXkIo/RsZjRvuuXzI/AAAAAAAAABI/IOSyGfyYrTM/s1600-h/fotos.rosario+005biss.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099872784565034802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR8_NWhXkIo/RsZjRvuuXzI/AAAAAAAAABI/IOSyGfyYrTM/s320/fotos.rosario+005biss.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>verte</div><br /><div>(reir) </div><br /><div>me</div><br /><div>(burbujas)</div><br /><div>mata</div><br /><div>(pensamientos)</div><br /><div>pero </div><br /><div>(flashea)</div><br /><div>no</div><br /><div>(lentejuelas)</div><br /><div>saber </div><br /><div>(burbujas)</div><br /><div>que</div><br /><div>(moris)</div><br /><div>pensas</div><br /><div>(amas)</div><br /><div>es</div><br /><div>(dorado)</div><br /><div>peor</div><br /><div>(petalos)</div><br /><div>que</div><br /><div>(espuma)</div><br /><div>100</div><br /><div>(azucar)</div><br /><div>puniales</div><br /><div>(brillo)</div><br /><div>en</div><br /><div>(</div><br /><div>el</div><br /><div>(</div><br /><div>pecho</div><br /><div>.</div><br /><div>(fin)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/650350220281899231-1142648359933394071?l=peperinalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>peperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16705637367197275293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650350220281899231.post-5859064538438366192007-07-28T16:30:00.000-07:002007-07-28T16:37:12.918-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yR8_NWhXkIo/RqvS_ZsrQLI/AAAAAAAAABA/-vNj2lm1p_o/s1600-h/pola2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092395790344339634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yR8_NWhXkIo/RqvS_ZsrQLI/AAAAAAAAABA/-vNj2lm1p_o/s320/pola2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR8_NWhXkIo/RqvSiJsrQKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rlFna8kqHd8/s1600-h/pola2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Lo absoluto -decía la Maga, pateando una <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">piedrita</span> de charco en charco-. ¿Qué es un absoluto, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Horacio</span>?<br />-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mirá</span> -dijo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Oliveira</span>-, viene a ser ese momento en que algo logra su máxima profundidad, su máximo alcance, su máximo sentido, y deja por completo de ser interesante.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/650350220281899231-585906453843836619?l=peperinalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>peperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16705637367197275293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650350220281899231.post-90846917353025672612007-07-10T23:03:00.000-07:002007-07-11T12:31:05.071-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yR8_NWhXkIo/RpRzbCKkjOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SDBGw4nPduI/s1600-h/flecoloco+008nomedejesasiiii.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085816787483004130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yR8_NWhXkIo/RpRzbCKkjOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SDBGw4nPduI/s400/flecoloco+008nomedejesasiiii.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"><em><strong> - <span style="font-size:180%;">asi como? </span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">- asi! sola, sin amor, sin abrazo (llorando)</span><br /></strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/650350220281899231-9084691735302567261?l=peperinalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>peperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16705637367197275293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650350220281899231.post-90065668692356199082007-07-10T10:53:00.000-07:002007-07-10T11:03:27.601-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR8_NWhXkIo/RpPJAiKkjNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fxrisKQh8tk/s1600-h/P5210312.JPG"><strong><span style="color:#663333;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085629415239748818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR8_NWhXkIo/RpPJAiKkjNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fxrisKQh8tk/s320/P5210312.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#663333;"> - Tengo las alas intactas.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">- Las usas para todo menos para volar.</span></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/650350220281899231-9006566869235619908?l=peperinalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>peperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16705637367197275293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650350220281899231.post-10132739350784036832007-07-09T19:54:00.000-07:002007-07-09T20:06:07.251-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR8_NWhXkIo/RpL1aCKkjMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Mdwy-4bDthw/s1600-h/imagen+274.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085396756861324482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR8_NWhXkIo/RpL1aCKkjMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Mdwy-4bDthw/s320/imagen+274.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>hoy vi nevar. desde mi casa. bailando en mi jardin con los copos a mi alrededor, cosa que nunca pense que iba a suceder. pero la vida me sigue sorprendiendo. nos sigue sorprendiendo.</div><div>nada es oscuro, uno ve esa oscuridad plena, que se desvanece con cada respiro...</div><div>(robe la foto. niebla. a un amigo surrealista. pausa. que dudo que se enoje. dolor.)</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/650350220281899231-1013273935078403683?l=peperinalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>peperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16705637367197275293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650350220281899231.post-35733036522039183762007-07-09T19:19:00.000-07:002007-07-09T19:40:10.848-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR8_NWhXkIo/RpLxdyKkjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cz_hnHN5kb4/s1600-h/P4160160.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085392423239322802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR8_NWhXkIo/RpLxdyKkjLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cz_hnHN5kb4/s320/P4160160.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;">- Ahora siento tu perfume.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">- Mi perfume?</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">- El olor a mujer.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">- Si? Es por el calor... Lo siento.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">- No se trata de eso. Me refiero al aroma grato de la mujer.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Se refería al aroma que surge naturalmente de la piel de una mujer que yace en brazos de un amante. Toda mujer lo tiene, hasta las adolescentes. No solo excita al hombre sino que le da confianza y lo gratifica. La disposición de una mujer a rendirse parece emanar de todo su cuerpo.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/650350220281899231-3573303652203918376?l=peperinalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>peperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16705637367197275293noreply@blogger.com1