tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84998264932320304022011-08-19T05:50:22.395-07:00poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.comBlogger871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-24145659740280385722010-11-14T14:32:00.000-08:002010-11-14T14:40:24.332-08:00En ese espacio<br />entre uno y uno<br />lo vivo<br />brota.<br /><br />Sin aire<br />no hay nosotros posible<br />sin aire<br />ese dos, es un uno fagocitado.<br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-2414565974028038572?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-7746935052637915382010-08-17T18:28:00.001-07:002010-08-17T18:28:43.304-07:00Soy<br />ese sueño de mi<br />que voy construyendo. <br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-774693505263791538?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-48937502939861598762010-08-17T18:26:00.001-07:002010-08-17T18:26:30.088-07:00Parada sobre la estabilidad de lo que permanece<br />voy hacia al cambio.<br />La permanencia<br />me tranquiliza<br />me empuja<br />me invita a caminar.<br />Voy hacia lo nuevo<br />llevando también<br />todo lo anterior.<br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-4893750293986159876?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-84270155740228172202010-08-17T18:25:00.001-07:002010-08-17T18:25:47.115-07:00Amanecer a tu olvido fue nacer. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-8427015574022817220?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-31717123338638723252010-08-17T18:23:00.001-07:002010-08-17T18:23:42.519-07:00Vos, ese abismo. <br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-3171712333863872325?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-44870606005592977582010-08-17T18:22:00.001-07:002010-08-17T18:22:53.498-07:00Tanta suma de resta, tanta falta de ti. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-4487060600559297758?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-39194525318132024592010-08-17T18:21:00.001-07:002010-08-17T18:21:44.208-07:00Recuerdo mi última palabra luego de tu penúltimo silencio.<br />Recuerdo el silencio posterior.<br />Recuerdo tu no cronificado<br />tus agudos si<br />tu mi ayer me ahoga este mañana<br />tu<br />tu<br />tu.<br />Años y personas después llegué a mi Yo.<br />Años.<br />Personas.<br />Yo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-3919452531813202459?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-63401944108394084202010-08-17T18:20:00.001-07:002010-08-17T18:20:18.137-07:00Me adentro en la palabra que sale de mi<br />y ahí<br />(en ella)<br />me encuentro. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-6340194410839408420?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-1231011930140086422009-12-27T16:31:00.001-08:002009-12-27T16:31:24.923-08:00Mi pausa<br />contiene<br />todo tu después. <br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-123101193014008642?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-36440411952285445362009-11-02T16:33:00.001-08:002009-11-02T16:34:03.636-08:00Con todo este miedo <br />voy hacia vos. <br />Con todo este miedo <br />(por primera vez) <br />voy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-3644041195228544536?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-21491268569744604722009-08-26T13:36:00.001-07:002009-08-26T13:36:17.151-07:00Cuando vuelvo de tu risa<br />vuelvo <br />de mi. <br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-2149126856974460472?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-32995264055210671412009-08-26T13:34:00.001-07:002009-08-26T13:34:27.434-07:00Anoche <br />te reconocí <br />llorando en mis ojos. <br />Anoche <br />viviste en mi. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-3299526405521067141?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-91401574594705422892009-08-26T13:33:00.001-07:002009-08-26T13:33:33.396-07:00Hay un lugar <br />(detrás del olvido) <br />al que aún <br />no llegué. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-9140157459470542289?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-68357667349947602612009-06-30T13:09:00.001-07:002009-06-30T13:09:29.746-07:00De vuelta de un viaje<br />de ida<br />en casi todos los caminos.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-6835766734994760261?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-29639033017543580152009-06-30T13:07:00.001-07:002009-06-30T13:07:54.721-07:00Contigo cerca<br />lo bello<br />se ensancha. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-2963903301754358015?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-76469867224976488842009-06-30T13:06:00.001-07:002009-06-30T13:06:44.171-07:00Si ahogo lo que siento<br />respira<br />el dolor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-7646986722497648884?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-80268414882245319302009-06-30T12:52:00.001-07:002009-06-30T12:52:42.114-07:00Escuché tu mirada<br />y ahí <br />me enamoré<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-8026841488224531930?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-51572120504989786992009-06-30T12:50:00.001-07:002009-06-30T13:06:22.819-07:00El futuro me cuenta <br />que en él <br />estás tu.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-5157212050498978699?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-33312413995118465172009-06-30T12:47:00.000-07:002009-06-30T12:48:21.871-07:00Cuando me voy de mi <br />me topo <br />contigo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-3331241399511846517?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-50726770450443175682009-06-30T12:46:00.001-07:002009-06-30T12:46:32.640-07:00Desnuda de olvidos <br />recuerdo<br />el amarte.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-5072677045044317568?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-1991129522495309882009-06-30T12:45:00.001-07:002009-06-30T12:45:39.657-07:00Cerquita del deseo<br />mi insomnio<br />duerme.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-199112952249530988?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-75998022715427587482009-06-30T12:44:00.001-07:002009-06-30T12:45:06.409-07:00La mirada<br />guarda<br />todo lo visto .<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-7599802271542758748?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-87736653083018913602009-04-16T16:26:00.000-07:002009-04-16T16:27:10.417-07:00Cuando era vieja<br />te amaba.<br />Cuando era vieja<br />aún <br />no me amaba a mi. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-8773665308301891360?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-27089387276724684662009-04-16T15:32:00.001-07:002009-04-16T15:32:52.906-07:00Varios pasos me trajeron hasta acá. <br />Varios pasos <br />esperan <br />en mis pies. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-2708938727672468466?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-91970285533415233012009-04-16T15:31:00.000-07:002009-04-16T15:32:01.704-07:00Tu techo <br />no me encerró. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-9197028553341523301?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-77622356243959658112009-02-03T17:23:00.001-08:002009-02-03T17:23:35.073-08:00Cerca de tu olvido<br />cerca<br />de mi.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-7762235624395965811?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-73830948125449151892009-02-03T17:10:00.000-08:002009-02-03T17:20:53.135-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SYjtWf9XXCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vl2TiaQpOzA/s1600-h/huellas.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SYjtWf9XXCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vl2TiaQpOzA/s320/huellas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298745932393176098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />No encuentro<br />los zapatos correctos<br />para andar las huellas<br />de tu camino.<br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-7383094812544915189?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-50806427777965777542009-02-03T16:40:00.001-08:002009-02-03T16:40:52.431-08:00La luna<br />como tu amor en mi<br />fue menguando.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-5080642777796577754?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-48922243059966879802009-02-03T16:37:00.000-08:002009-02-03T16:38:07.256-08:00Cuando mi adentro se llena de silencio,<br />la poesía<br />se llena de palabras.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-4892224305996687980?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-81102026351796077012008-12-12T05:43:00.003-08:002008-12-12T08:34:13.317-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUKSZP0pcHI/AAAAAAAAAII/1hRK-khI_Qk/s1600-h/foco.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUKSZP0pcHI/AAAAAAAAAII/1hRK-khI_Qk/s320/foco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278942675673378930" /></a><br />Contigo en mi foco<br />el Mundo<br />se hace fondo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-8110202635179607701?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-28979499986642667202008-12-12T05:43:00.001-08:002008-12-12T08:35:23.162-08:00.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Siento como vibra<br />el piso <br />de tu miedo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-2897949998664266720?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-66191978839507265342008-12-12T05:42:00.001-08:002008-12-13T06:16:34.252-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPDqJ30MYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QPYYG6h6h5s/s1600-h/bandera+roja.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPDqJ30MYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QPYYG6h6h5s/s320/bandera+roja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279278317180301698" border="0" /></a><br />Nunca supe resguardarme de tu viento.<br />Algunas veces<br />(pocas veces)<br />templó mi calor,<br />otras<br />me enfermó.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-6619197883950726534?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-44560761906399210972008-12-12T05:39:00.001-08:002008-12-12T08:36:34.839-08:00Te busco en el recuerdo. <br />Ya no encuentro<br />ahí <br />lo que soy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-4456076190639921097?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-90089100319681838332008-12-12T05:37:00.001-08:002008-12-12T08:46:27.089-08:00Siguen guardados<br />los remolinos<br />de tu viento.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-9008910031968183833?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-64799483851834604982008-12-12T05:34:00.002-08:002008-12-12T08:52:15.976-08:00<span style="text-decoration: underline;">.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Pocas personas me desarman.<br />Vos<br />sos una invitación<br />a la paz.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-6479948385183460498?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-12159392177992905202008-12-12T05:34:00.001-08:002008-12-12T08:54:51.269-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUKXMuCUziI/AAAAAAAAAIY/i8srqwqpAzI/s1600-h/pies+y+luz.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUKXMuCUziI/AAAAAAAAAIY/i8srqwqpAzI/s320/pies+y+luz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278947958003650082" border="0" /></a><br />Camino<br />viendo también<br />tus pies.<br /><br /><br />Camino hacia mis ganas<br />me ocupan<br />también<br />las tuyas.<br /><br /><br />Camino tus humores<br />hurgo<br />adelanto<br />retrocedo.<br /><br /><br />Mi ruta andante<br />(hermoso ser, maravilloso cuerpo)<br />tiene tu lugar<br />moviéndose.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-1215939217799290520?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-27401671989935374122008-12-12T05:32:00.001-08:002008-12-12T14:05:56.998-08:00.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Abrí tu oído hacia mi idioma.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-2740167198993537412?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-63541018572127428662008-12-12T05:26:00.000-08:002008-12-12T13:54:24.859-08:00Pisada conocida<br />huella nueva.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-6354101857212742866?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-68574799486435453802008-12-12T05:25:00.001-08:002008-12-12T13:54:52.974-08:00La ruta que va a tu cuerpo<br />se apagó<br />La ruta<br />te defiende<br />del pasado.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-6857479948643545380?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-52086077137907961272008-12-12T05:24:00.001-08:002008-12-12T13:59:45.976-08:00Preservar el amor,<br />cuidarlo<br />sacar la mugre que viene desde fuera<br />limpiar lo sucio que genera el adentro<br />disfrutar la lindura<br />besar la luz<br />pasionar la vida.<br /><br />Ser<br />Uno + Uno<br />+<br />cada Uno<br />de los demás.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-5208607713790796127?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-18348627821167002032008-12-12T05:23:00.002-08:002008-12-12T14:05:23.440-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SULeK4rcjHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3jMGJFV2tLw/s1600-h/zaccaro%27s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SULeK4rcjHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3jMGJFV2tLw/s320/zaccaro%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279025991826312306" border="0" /></a><br />El menos<br />siempre incluye<br />haber sido más.<br /><br /><br />( a mis tíos: Nino, Vittoria y Antonio)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-1834862782116700203?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-50631302543466682722008-12-12T05:23:00.001-08:002008-12-13T09:07:09.830-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPrsqupgGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I62WJ2Nmew8/s1600-h/1206670646_t.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 74px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPrsqupgGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I62WJ2Nmew8/s320/1206670646_t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279322340825071714" border="0" /></a><br />Cuando rompemos los espejos<br />cuando logramos ver al otro<br />(al otro que es el otro<br />al otro fuera de mi)<br />amanece<br />aclara<br />el Nosotros.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-5063130254346668272?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-33708566969247339952008-12-12T05:22:00.001-08:002008-12-12T13:58:32.240-08:00Adoro tu vuelo<br />peno tu tristeza<br />soy<br />(entre otras muchas cosas)<br />un encuentro de los dos.<br /><br />( a mi madre)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-3370856696924733995?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-51267163857914832312008-12-12T05:21:00.003-08:002008-12-12T13:59:22.412-08:00La Belleza<br />algunas veces<br />duele.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-5126716385791483231?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-46628710810503450512008-12-12T05:21:00.001-08:002008-12-13T05:58:21.708-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Días de hueco.</span><br /><br />Me ahueco<br />me hundo.<br />me voy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-4662871081050345051?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-44975307862292213752008-12-12T05:20:00.003-08:002008-12-12T14:03:19.903-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SULfl_4HHdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qKJ3Y7I54Fk/s1600-h/1196349940_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SULfl_4HHdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qKJ3Y7I54Fk/s320/1196349940_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279027557126577618" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Camino hacia el espejo<br />que aún<br />no me ve .<br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-4497530786229221375?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-88152462582485087062008-12-12T05:20:00.001-08:002008-12-12T14:03:54.489-08:00Los días amanecen.<br />Tu noche<br />también<br />se va.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-8815246258248508706?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-53346296549514603052008-12-12T05:19:00.004-08:002008-12-12T14:04:22.951-08:00Se apagó lo oscuro<br />vuelvo a ver,<br />vuelvo<br />a verte.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-5334629654951460305?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-631850515185536792008-12-12T05:19:00.003-08:002008-12-13T06:22:00.978-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPE-MEFrrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/45ueju9bANk/s1600-h/letras.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPE-MEFrrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/45ueju9bANk/s320/letras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279279760877661874" border="0" /></a><br />Me adentro en el poema<br />que te nombra<br />y aleja la distancia.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-63185051518553679?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-86052977208657420882008-12-12T05:18:00.005-08:002008-12-12T14:06:56.182-08:00Del lado de afuera de mis sueños<br />escribo<br />para abrazarte.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-8605297720865742088?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-2132447208340576552008-12-12T05:18:00.003-08:002008-12-12T14:07:47.060-08:00Parada sobre mis piernas<br />con el eje en mí<br />Ando.<br /><br />Medula de mi medula.<br />Fruto de mi raíz.<br />Mujer.<br />Paciente.<br />Hija.<br /><br />Ando<br />por primera vez<br />Mi Camino.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-213244720834057655?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-58732117042149678702008-12-12T05:18:00.001-08:002008-12-13T05:57:37.432-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Contra el principio de linealidad</span><br /><br />Camino<br />línea<br />raya<br />punto<br />Muerte.<br /><br />Vida<br />punto<br />raya<br />línea<br />camino.<br /><br />Punto<br />línea<br />muerte<br />raya<br />camino<br />vida<br />en<br />espiral.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-5873211704214967870?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-13852656279690752292008-12-12T05:17:00.005-08:002008-12-13T06:25:21.067-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPFxVyQcZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CRBpsl8d98w/s1600-h/calle+cerrada.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPFxVyQcZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CRBpsl8d98w/s320/calle+cerrada.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279280639660552594" border="0" /></a><br />Recuerdo cuando el amor era aquella cosa<br />(cuando digo cosa no es casualidad)<br />recuerdo aquella espera<br />aquel afecto contenido tras compuertas<br />aquel vacío.<br />Recuerdo<br />¿qué recuerdo?<br />¿Cómo puedo recordar lo que no fue? .<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-1385265627969075229?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-17808185358756654732008-12-12T05:17:00.003-08:002008-12-13T05:56:58.800-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Dopia F, Dopia C .</span><br /><br />¿Sentiste el olor al romero?.<br />¿Cómo mierda se hacen las tortas fritas?<br />No, no sé lo que es un domingo sin familia.<br />Palancana, quinela, inglesia.<br />Yuryulé, grispele, canaricole.<br />¿Antipasto no es una palabra en español?<br />¿Qué de donde vengo?<br />no lo sé mi amor<br />no me sé<br />¿me ayudas a descubrirme?.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-1780818535875665473?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-42339992149827476772008-12-12T05:17:00.001-08:002008-12-13T20:03:58.569-08:00Hay días en que divinizo la palabra<br />entonces apalabréo<br />y digo:<br />guardame dentro del abrazo.<br />O susurro:<br />qué lindo sentirte cerca del futuro.<br />O exclamo.<br />O callo.<br /><br />En los días en que divinizo el acto<br />me propongo<br />impostergablemente<br />hacerte el amor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-4233999214982747677?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-55755223988458731632008-12-12T05:16:00.005-08:002008-12-13T12:27:06.536-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPGXJbsSwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Md74-JWKddI/s1600-h/luz+sincronica.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPGXJbsSwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Md74-JWKddI/s320/luz+sincronica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279281289179712258" border="0" /></a><br />Voy caminando<br />los pies se llevan:<br />el sol que los quemó<br />los dolores que trancaron<br />y también<br />cada una de sus huellas.<br /><br /><br />Camino en sincronía de luz<br />me guían:<br />la maravilla de mis costados<br />los quiero que no tengo<br />la daniela<br />que aún<br />no construí.<br /><br />Te llevo<br />hay tanto lugar, por estos lados<br />hay tanto espacio, en este hacer.<br /><br />Mis muertos hablan<br />y yo los ando<br />no me olvido de mis muertos<br />pero tampoco<br />me olvido de mi.<br /><br />Luz<br />Ser<br />Vida.<br />Camino conmigo<br />mas allá<br />de mi.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-5575522398845873163?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-50560683244452284062008-12-12T05:16:00.003-08:002008-12-12T14:11:01.179-08:00Cada vez que me salgo<br />encuentro<br />y a cada encuentro<br />también<br />te llevo a ti.<br />Llevo<br />todo lo tuyo que dejaste en mi<br />todo lo mío que me presentaste.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-5056068324445228406?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-20494332206072936642008-12-12T05:16:00.001-08:002008-12-12T14:18:01.780-08:00El amor<br />ese Otro<br />mutante.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-2049433220607293664?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-29217611264638295672008-12-12T05:15:00.005-08:002008-12-13T05:59:23.933-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Parto en colores</span><br /><br />Empiezo a caminar<br />no veo<br />desde donde vengo no había luz<br />había líquidos<br />calor<br />golpes<br />había Algo del lado de afuera.<br /><br />Afuera nadie me mostró la luz<br />afuera<br />los caminos son oscuros<br />afuera<br />-ese lugar de supuesta luz-<br />también es negro.<br /><br /><br />Oscuréo yo<br />oscuréan ellos<br />¿oscureamos en este nosotros?<br /><br />Sigo caminando<br />me empiezo a encontrar con luz<br />la luz amarilléa<br />yo empiezo amarillar.<br />¿Querés que te amarillée mamá?<br />¿Querés que te amarillée mi amor?<br /><br />Sigo amarillando<br />sigo<br />sigo<br />sigo.<br /><br />Me voy quedando sin amarillo<br />la paleta se empieza a mezclar<br />aparecen los rojos<br />los grises<br />los tonos<br />aparecen y desaparecen<br />aparecen y se van .<br /><br />Palimpsesto de colores<br />palimpsesto de danielas.<br /><br />Empiezo a danielear<br />danieléo los lugares<br />danieléo mi casa<br />danieléo el dolor<br />danieléo:<br />voy<br />vienen<br />llevo a Daniela<br />a cada Encuentro .<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-2921761126463829567?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-91331751001080198842008-12-12T05:15:00.003-08:002008-12-13T08:47:23.520-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPnEPX_nEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/m9gWBS0BBi8/s1600-h/no+pasar.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPnEPX_nEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/m9gWBS0BBi8/s320/no+pasar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279317248241015874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">El tango sos tu</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">(enemigo miedo)</span><br /><br /><br />Después del día en que pronuncié el NO<br />se multiplicaron todos sus te quiero.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-9133175100108019884?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-19111254153205494332008-12-12T05:15:00.001-08:002008-12-13T06:03:05.939-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Bifurcación.</span><br /><br />Estar a la altura del amor<br />no siempre es vivirlo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-1911125415320549433?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-25962477188480537562008-12-12T05:14:00.005-08:002008-12-12T14:20:23.042-08:00Algunas veces<br />el recuerdo empuja<br />para adelante.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-2596247718848053756?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-83344670613465084522008-12-12T05:14:00.003-08:002008-12-13T04:44:40.761-08:00Necesito algo que me saque de esta ida<br />necesito alguien<br />Necesito<br />que maravillosa novedad.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-8334467061346508452?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-1932430941422085102008-12-12T05:14:00.001-08:002008-12-13T08:56:12.815-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPpJJxjFBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hCz_z2t2exc/s1600-h/marca+reg..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPpJJxjFBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hCz_z2t2exc/s320/marca+reg..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279319531660186642" border="0" /></a><br />Cuando me salgo del día<br />cuando la noche me agarra<br />(no la pasional, la otra)<br />camino tranquila.<br />Sé<br />con la certeza que da lo vivido<br />con la calma de los muchos pasados<br />que el día está<br />Siempre<br />allá adelante.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-193243094142208510?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-57900976583124462822008-12-12T05:13:00.002-08:002008-12-13T04:46:19.368-08:00Amaneciste con ella.<br />Amaneciste<br />despidiéndote<br />de mi.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-5790097658312446282?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-35925589354570377862008-12-12T05:13:00.001-08:002008-12-13T04:45:40.956-08:00Hay momentos<br />en que los días<br />son un Maravilloso espacio para el hacer<br />otros<br />NO.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-3592558935457037786?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-68127342000177681122008-12-12T05:12:00.005-08:002008-12-13T04:49:24.766-08:00Odio esperar<br />odio quedar a merced del tiempo ajeno<br />odio<br />cuando empiezo amar<br />La Espera.<br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-6812734200017768112?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-30382181896177946672008-12-12T05:12:00.003-08:002008-12-13T08:52:42.746-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPoTipRHHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/byfFP4YozTM/s1600-h/culitos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPoTipRHHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/byfFP4YozTM/s320/culitos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279318610623405170" border="0" /></a><br />En el mentiroso presente<br />la huella se hunde<br />la piedra<br />la misma piedra<br />vuelve a golpear.<br /><br />Esto ya lo viví<br />deja vú<br />recuerdo<br />huella sobre huella.<br /><br />Habrá que romper<br />el Pasado con futuro<br />las Piedras que esperan<br />las Huellas que surcan.<br /><br />Habrá que saltar<br />de la Calesita que gira<br />de la novedad repetida<br />del mismo eje<br />sin fin .<br /><br />Partir<br />saltar<br />quebrar<br />hacer nacer<br />lo vivo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-3038218189617794667?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-80393856690474524832008-12-12T05:12:00.001-08:002008-12-13T04:48:04.056-08:00Camino<br />busco<br />hago<br />(...)<br />habitan tantos verbos con vida<br />en esta muerta de vos.<br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-8039385669047452483?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-2908536205117446582008-12-12T05:11:00.005-08:002008-12-13T06:01:54.076-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Futuro con pasado</span><br /><br />¿Volveremos a tenernos?<br />¿Volverás a quejarte de que no apagué la luz?<br />¿de que mutilo el nosotros cuando decido y no consulto?<br />¿de que no hay razón para tanta razón?<br />A veces oscuréo cuando me respondo a estas preguntas<br />otras ilumino<br />otra<br />sé que seré<br />cuando ya no Estés.<br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-290853620511744658?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-2743986740175507022008-12-12T05:11:00.003-08:002008-12-13T04:51:09.845-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Anquilosis</span><br /><br />Si al dolor le pongo palabras<br />nombro<br />el quererte.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-274398674017550702?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-39491610591582115202008-12-12T05:11:00.001-08:002008-12-13T06:04:06.692-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Amor mío</span><br /><br />Poco sé cómo terminará todo esto<br />(o seguirá)<br />poco<br />me importo.<br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-3949161059158211520?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-77496105854437209102008-12-12T05:10:00.001-08:002008-12-13T04:51:43.829-08:00Nada mas para decir<br />solamente<br />adiós.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-7749610585443720910?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-46683784382391162512008-12-12T05:09:00.001-08:002008-12-13T06:10:18.749-08:00Andar liviana,<br />de ropa<br />de vueltas<br />de pasos.<br /><br />Acostarse,<br />dejar la puerta abierta<br />no ocupar/sé<br /><br />Caminar y parar<br />descansar<br />retomar,<br />dejarse andar<br />sólo<br />por las ganas.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-4668378438239116251?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-91696337981954812752008-12-12T05:07:00.001-08:002008-12-13T05:54:35.468-08:00Voy<br />vengo<br />soy despacito parte de la mujer que he soñado ser<br />no le temo a la muerte<br />le temo al olvido<br />a olvidarme que a la muerte<br />le gano<br />moviendomé.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-9169633798195481275?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-30660684908220471502008-12-12T05:06:00.003-08:002008-12-13T09:02:45.755-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPqroTYw5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/cPJyVxX6US4/s1600-h/1201089833_t.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 74px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPqroTYw5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/cPJyVxX6US4/s320/1201089833_t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279321223482360722" border="0" /></a><br />Mañana te busco<br />mañana me muevo<br />tengo que volver a convencerme<br />que mañana<br />no es ayer.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-3066068490822047150?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-91015826685244235262008-12-12T05:06:00.001-08:002008-12-13T05:56:11.200-08:00Siempre que menstruamos<br />nos engranamos.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-9101582668524423526?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-6584807171201536002008-12-12T05:05:00.005-08:002008-12-13T04:57:10.596-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Pasado sin futuro</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">(contra el principio de repetición)</span><br /><br />Amor<br />te espero a la vuelta de esta ida<br />de esta ida sin irte de mi.<br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-658480717120153600?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-11138541700169592462008-12-12T05:05:00.003-08:002008-12-13T04:56:28.052-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Escuela 317</span><br /><br />Hacía tanto frío hoy en la escuela<br />hacía tanto frío en brian<br />en cathy<br />en cristofer.<br />Hacía tanta ausencia de calor.<br />Va a costar curtirse en ese afuera<br />va a costar<br />que deje de costar<br />verlos en tanta intemperie.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-1113854170016959246?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-70395851959338844182008-12-12T05:05:00.001-08:002008-12-13T04:55:54.098-08:00Cuando me despierto en polaco,<br />en chavela,<br />en cabrera,<br />cuando me despierto dormida<br />despierto <br />el soñarte.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-7039585195933884418?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-65577193630294447592008-12-12T05:04:00.003-08:002008-12-13T04:55:17.642-08:00Dos por tres te recuerdo<br />dos por tres<br />caigo<br />en tango.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-6557719363029444759?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-85976510990537701362008-12-12T05:04:00.001-08:002008-12-13T04:54:39.129-08:00A veces temo convivir<br />a veces<br />estando en esas veces<br />convivo.<br />Otras conmuero<br />me dejo seducir por la quietud<br />dejo de girar<br />y caigo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-8597651099053770136?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-2374809668656727712008-12-12T05:03:00.003-08:002008-12-13T04:54:13.821-08:00Luego de escuchar poesía<br />(que me lee y te nombra)<br />escucho mis palabras<br />y escucho<br />cómo<br />no me oigo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-237480966865672771?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-8341395812894757202008-12-12T05:03:00.001-08:002008-12-13T04:53:49.264-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Segunda Tópica</span><br /><br />Si mi Yo tiene voz<br />hablo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-834139581289475720?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-39431982020659572162008-12-12T05:02:00.003-08:002008-12-13T08:54:20.487-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPos7Zs0YI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/f9TjSZW_zEI/s1600-h/autoretrato.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaZrn-Zdee0/SUPos7Zs0YI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/f9TjSZW_zEI/s320/autoretrato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279319046765728130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Entre una y otra. </span><br /><br />Entre una y otra de las mujeres que fui<br />vengo siendo.<br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-3943198202065957216?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-39671167502597030432008-12-12T05:02:00.001-08:002008-12-13T04:46:44.527-08:00Varias veces me conmuevo al recordarte<br />pero ayer<br />(después de mucho tiempo)<br />me conmoví sin recordar.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-3967116750259703043?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499826493232030402.post-27038466628226841272008-12-12T05:01:00.001-08:002008-12-13T06:05:12.432-08:00Cuando logro encontrar la palabra<br />cuando lo logro<br />me paro sobre la letra y camino hacia fuera.<br />A veces<br />(las buenas veces)<br />llego hasta vos<br />otras<br />me recibe el desamparo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499826493232030402-2703846662822684127?l=arenglonpartido.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poemaslíquidoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548336875855741299noreply@blogger.com0