<?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-5624874799751033138</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:14:39.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>besos y buen dia...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-1791423394716488912</id><published>2008-06-30T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:09.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amanecer.</title><content type='html'>diferente. ridiculo incluso. sueños. de virgen. loca. me elevo. como tormenta. presa en el cielo. olor a codos. silueta destartalada. negra. estupida aparicion. tu desgracia. torpe. sembrador. de malestar. lejos. de lirios. ser. amado. despojo de carne. piel verdusca. flacida. uñas asquerosas. pajaro sucio. sin. sombra. devorador de carroña. solo. la desgracia. encuentra. sentido. en mi existencia. estas tocando. parte de dios. el pacto con la muerte. soy tu noche. el amanecer. te produce. un tremendo dolor. paraiso de tristeza. escalofrios. en el alma. una soledad insoportable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SGjZxWQYmCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3MMaDJ3aACM/s1600-h/Mujer+pajaro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SGJ6gkrbUgI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hWR9kSVB3xQ/s320/la_muerte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215866018468680194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-592133726837946506?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/592133726837946506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=592133726837946506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/592133726837946506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/592133726837946506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/06/antes-de.html' title='antes de.'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SGJ6gkrbUgI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hWR9kSVB3xQ/s72-c/la_muerte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-8918401860232037905</id><published>2008-06-19T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:09.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nunca. me haras.</title><content type='html'>algo raro. yo. diferente. esperabas. despreocupada. los amantes. tuve miedo. tendrias. que haber. sufrido. soy. ingenuo. recuerdo te reias. te ries. cosas raras. yo. te acaricio. por debajo. de la mesa. y confundes. mi mano. con el hocico del perro. mi olor. con la meada de un gato. eres ideal. y te echaron de la iglesia. nunca me haras. una declaracion de amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SFuQ3iJXUAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wcrREH_P5-8/s1600-h/ez.+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SFuQ3iJXUAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wcrREH_P5-8/s400/ez.+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213920277344768002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-8918401860232037905?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8918401860232037905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=8918401860232037905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/8918401860232037905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/8918401860232037905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/06/nunca-me-haras.html' title='nunca. me haras.'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SFuQ3iJXUAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wcrREH_P5-8/s72-c/ez.+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-8634342263983317411</id><published>2008-06-15T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:10.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SFWQWHRpz5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/RJPBNpkUgak/s1600-h/infragantis+naranja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SFWQWHRpz5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/RJPBNpkUgak/s320/infragantis+naranja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212230853335830418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que sera. que anda suspirando. por las alcobas. que anda susurrando. versos. que anda. escondiendo. bajo. las ropas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SFWQ4RnD3yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lGg7bWhSlEo/s1600-h/infragantis+enchufe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SFWQ4RnD3yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lGg7bWhSlEo/s320/infragantis+enchufe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212231440225525538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que sera. que anda. en las cabezas. en las bocas. en la naturaleza. que vive. en las ideas. de los amantes. que cantan. los poetas. mas delirantes. que juran. los profetas. embriagados. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SFWR2kCLwFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/41wC9zVDOII/s1600-h/infragantis+azucarera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SFWR2kCLwFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/41wC9zVDOII/s320/infragantis+azucarera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212232510323015762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que esta en los mutilados. en las fantasias. mas infelices. los sueñan. de mañana. los desvalidos. no tiene decencia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SFWSeP4LHKI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ieaQDKx7d9Y/s1600-h/infragantis+cactus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SFWSeP4LHKI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ieaQDKx7d9Y/s320/infragantis+cactus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212233192107089058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que sera. que todos los avisos no van a evitar. las risas. van a desafiar. se iran a encontrar. al ver aquel infierno. que no tiene verguenza. ni nunca tendra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SFWTDHsTQ-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lbWAZKHNNuM/s1600-h/infragantis+tasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SFWTDHsTQ-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lbWAZKHNNuM/s320/infragantis+tasa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212233825564967906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-8634342263983317411?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8634342263983317411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=8634342263983317411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/8634342263983317411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/8634342263983317411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh.html' title='oh.'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SFWQWHRpz5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/RJPBNpkUgak/s72-c/infragantis+naranja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-5184523632955309675</id><published>2008-06-10T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:10.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sombra.</title><content type='html'>busca algo. en ella. cruza el bosque. sola. roja entre verde. quiere. o no quiere. un cazador. el. no sabe. nada. de amor. mata. al animal. que persigue. secretos. la sombra de los arboles. dibujan. pequeños monstruos. en tu cuerpo. una cesta. pasteles calientes. olor a vainilla. son. para mi. silencio. el cazador. sus pasos detenidos. camuflado con la naturaleza que rechaza. se aproxima. triste. como su vida. su muerte. dejame abrazarte. fuerte. soy tu piel. un secreto. y en las noches. el. sabra de mi. por tus besos. por mi sombra. en tu cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SE8Zc2smRxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/vRWy8F0-Bnc/s1600-h/caperucita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SE8Zc2smRxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/vRWy8F0-Bnc/s320/caperucita.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210411277400557330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-5184523632955309675?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/5184523632955309675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=5184523632955309675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/5184523632955309675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/5184523632955309675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/06/sombra.html' title='sombra.'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SE8Zc2smRxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/vRWy8F0-Bnc/s72-c/caperucita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-1352293782573539752</id><published>2008-06-08T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:10.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>impenetrable.</title><content type='html'>juana arde. a fuego. tibio. el humo. perfila. sus ojos. arde. como un arbol. vivo. con placer. recuerda. el dolor. su espada. los ojos del otro. agonizando. su espada sobre la de el. mata. corta. impenetrable. el sangra. el placer. cae. a la tierra. roja. humeda. verde. su cara joven. recuerda. nadie la ha mirado. asi. antes de morir. como se mira a un arbol. verde. que arde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SExmgtywWiI/AAAAAAAAAPY/NKFRSITp4YA/s1600-h/juana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SExmgtywWiI/AAAAAAAAAPY/NKFRSITp4YA/s400/juana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209651581195147810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-1352293782573539752?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/1352293782573539752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=1352293782573539752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/1352293782573539752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/1352293782573539752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/06/impenetrable.html' title='impenetrable.'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SExmgtywWiI/AAAAAAAAAPY/NKFRSITp4YA/s72-c/juana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-8372654493376867214</id><published>2008-06-05T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:11.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>otros terminos.</title><content type='html'>el dijo que ella. era el amor. de su vida. ella dijo que. no pensaba en esos terminos. en sus ojos . miedo. a perderme. a no perderme. nunca. dos anillos. cincelados. dos lapidas. nombres y fechas. la muerte. otros terminos. su piel blanca como tiza. su cuerpo extendido. su cuello. un animal que no lucha. otros terminos. animales muertos y frutas fermentadas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SEgpnxp70nI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DX6D8gQY5I0/s1600-h/naturaleza+muerta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SEgpnxp70nI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DX6D8gQY5I0/s400/naturaleza+muerta.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208458732374839922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-8372654493376867214?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8372654493376867214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=8372654493376867214&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/8372654493376867214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/8372654493376867214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/06/otros-terminos.html' title='otros terminos.'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SEgpnxp70nI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DX6D8gQY5I0/s72-c/naturaleza+muerta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-201157880574841505</id><published>2008-06-02T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:11.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ama.de caza.</title><content type='html'>hoy. he quemado. sus pantalones. ayer. me advierte. lo calefactores. queman. piensa. que no escucho. hay algo en mi. que escucha. no he podido evitar. quemar sus pantalones. se ha puesto. como de esperar. alimento. dia odio. quemare. al perro. camino sin luz. compro uno pantalon. en oferta. color verde apagado. verde apagado. compro el pantalon. trece talles mas grande. los pantalones como la vida. grandes. aun. no lo sabe. camino sin luz. mis ojos. mi desprecio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SEQVYgduPAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JpJaQtV8TY0/s1600-h/suicidio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SEQVYgduPAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JpJaQtV8TY0/s200/suicidio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207310579922779138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-201157880574841505?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/201157880574841505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=201157880574841505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/201157880574841505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/201157880574841505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/06/hoy.html' title='ama.de caza.'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SEQVYgduPAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JpJaQtV8TY0/s72-c/suicidio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-8047312411213468215</id><published>2008-05-29T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:11.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pajaros.</title><content type='html'>no somos. pajaros. de colores. somos. cuervos. amor y belleza. never more. murcielagos. tu y yo. el vampiro y la enamorada muerta. la muerte. ha muerto. pajaros cuco. que viven de la muerte. cuervos negros. atacando. humanos. el amor. debajo de las plumas. brillante. lo que se da. sin tener. y  se recibe. sin deseo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SD6wopCvaQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ts5r13PjKRE/s1600-h/los+pajaros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SD6wopCvaQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ts5r13PjKRE/s400/los+pajaros.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205792431545477378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-8047312411213468215?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8047312411213468215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=8047312411213468215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/8047312411213468215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/8047312411213468215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/05/pajaros.html' title='pajaros.'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SD6wopCvaQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ts5r13PjKRE/s72-c/los+pajaros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-7402592398368247011</id><published>2008-05-25T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:11.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>intervencion.</title><content type='html'>sin intervencion. divina. danos el pan de cada dia. y lo que sobra. para mi. o para el perro. en vinagre. el verbo. la imagen. la contradiccion. el alimento del delirio. el limon con azucar.  un tequila. y el gusano. un secreto. sin sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SDmCNZCvaOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qi6XsE0ZMok/s1600-h/cocina+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SDmCNZCvaOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qi6XsE0ZMok/s400/cocina+copia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204334010975611106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-7402592398368247011?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7402592398368247011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=7402592398368247011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/7402592398368247011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/7402592398368247011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/05/intervencion.html' title='intervencion.'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SDmCNZCvaOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qi6XsE0ZMok/s72-c/cocina+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-7660484129555414220</id><published>2008-05-20T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:11.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>un lugar.</title><content type='html'>cuando me fui. fue. porque ya. no estaba. pense. en el perro. quien lo sacaria a pasear. mi ausencia. de olor. los perros son asi. los chicos. son diferentes. se acostumbran. rapido. me preocupa. el perro. imagino. que lo sueltas. sale corriendo. imagino. que tal vez. lo envenenes. no querras ver. sufrir. a un animal. por eso. me voy. si acordamos. yo. mato al perro. en otro lugar estare mejor. es posible que. no. es posible que. el mundo. no sea un lugar. para estar mejor. siempre. todo. cambia. siempre. nada. cambia. tu hijo. siempre. fue tu hijo. antes. que pronuncies. MIS HIJOS. ya lo sabia. el. pensara. por fin se ha ido. por fin. mama y yo. solos. no lo dira. es posible. que los hijos. sean. ese lugar. donde nunca. nada. tiene explicaciones. ese lugar. donde. estar. mejor. besos. y buen dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SDNTKKEI6ZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/B5A5eHjVVHg/s1600-h/kandido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SDNTKKEI6ZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/B5A5eHjVVHg/s400/kandido.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202593428508567954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-7660484129555414220?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7660484129555414220/comments/default' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SCt1uKEI6YI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jA8K95ZvM-Q/s1600-h/blancanieves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SCt1uKEI6YI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jA8K95ZvM-Q/s400/blancanieves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200379630565517698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-6434215871770857131?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/6434215871770857131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=6434215871770857131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SB3jA-xPUqI/AAAAAAAAANw/coXELyX_aH4/s1600-h/piernas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SB3jA-xPUqI/AAAAAAAAANw/coXELyX_aH4/s400/piernas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196559151044448930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eres. el fuego. pienso. y fumo. y espero. miro. el suelo. vagamente. mis pies. descansan. abandonados. imagino. un beso. apago. solidario. el cigarrillo. en mi pierna. el espasmo recorre el cuerpo. las manos se abren. la boca. exhala. pequeña rafaga de oxigeno. amor. quemas. alojado en espiritus domesticos. en un perro. esquizofrenico. educado. y las palabras. y las cenizas. cicatrizan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-5012282464126617418?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SB3jA-xPUqI/AAAAAAAAANw/coXELyX_aH4/s72-c/piernas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-9144238766834077766</id><published>2008-04-29T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:12.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ni amo.</title><content type='html'>mi vida. te sirves el te. sola. a las cinco. caracoles. rodean tu sexo. escaso alimento. distraccion. de intelectuales. sin dios. sin padre. ni amo. vives. dentro de cajas. bolsas de arpillera. alambres coloridos. que lastiman. como las hojas de afeitar. relatos. de lo que tienes. mi vida. soy. lo que esta. del otro lado. el que teje silencio. la nada. se desangra y acompaña. y la voluntad. dejemosla. para las enfermeras. ellas. se enamoran. de piernas. rotas. de hombres. mutilados. lloran. amor. sobre excremento. de moribundos. para nosotros. las formas cotidianas. los colores. y las flores. los laberintos. asfixian. dulcemente. nuevas escenas. de luz. señalan. los cadaveres. que  acompañan. la vida. muerta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SBc3E-xPUpI/AAAAAAAAANo/0nFXTnFsV-k/s1600-h/rosemary2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SBc3E-xPUpI/AAAAAAAAANo/0nFXTnFsV-k/s320/rosemary2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194681253903684242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-9144238766834077766?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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brazos. falta sol. en este abril. sin color. hace un frio. despiadado. humedecido. y triste. fuera de estacion. aparecen. cuando. desapareces. los ojos. el insomnio. las palabras. compasivas. las historias. de amor. el silencio. las imagenes. de colores. oscurecen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SAv8BgjnFrI/AAAAAAAAANY/b7YVK2N73Xg/s1600-h/alone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SAv8BgjnFrI/AAAAAAAAANY/b7YVK2N73Xg/s320/alone.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191520098323994290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aparecen. cuando. despareces. los sintomas. nihilistas. las canciones. en tonos menores. la gente. preguntandome. por vos. los dialogos con las paredes. los estragos. de tu ausencia. oscurece. y desapareces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SADl84AAk-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZSeAj7aPH9A/s1600-h/tres+besos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188399604718146530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SADl84AAk-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZSeAj7aPH9A/s320/tres+besos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hace frio. ya. y tus tres besos. no son un gamulan. son como el frio. del viento. violento. son como un arbol. con tres hojas. es otoño. es la vida. que es. de tres. besos. es la cuidad. oscura. se borra. la sonrisa. de mis labios. y sabes. que ya no volvera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-3874670310576971438?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/3874670310576971438/comments/default' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/SADl84AAk-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZSeAj7aPH9A/s72-c/tres+besos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-6093032184382643428</id><published>2008-04-09T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:13.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>los dos. juntos.</title><content type='html'>tarde tiempo. en darme cuenta. ella. es una imagen. no puede. verme. el ruido. la rodea. y formo parte. y se reparte. no podra. entender. mi corazon. no podra. saber quien soy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R_zGIE35KfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tHslyGe-vaE/s1600-h/PromenadeMarc_Chagall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187238712873396722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R_zGIE35KfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tHslyGe-vaE/s320/PromenadeMarc_Chagall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por momentos. desaparece. para reaparecer. en un punto. exacto. punto. de partida.&lt;br /&gt;estudie los pasos. los paseos. camine a su lado. la gente creia. un paseo. de enamorados. los dos. juntos. incluso. hable con ella. estuve. tan cerca. como para ver. lo lejos. que estoy. durante el recorrido. un hombre. le sonrie. simulo amistad y saludo. no quiero. que piensen. que existe. alguien mas. alguien. mi enemigo. es mi amigo. ella. encantadora. encanta. estimula. la vida. otra imagen. un punto de partida. y desaparece. en un momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R_1BYoAAk8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mq6bv29qdxc/s1600-h/IMGP0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R_1BYoAAk8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mq6bv29qdxc/s320/IMGP0348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187374237110801346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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juntos.'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R_zGIE35KfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tHslyGe-vaE/s72-c/PromenadeMarc_Chagall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-478309876193897970</id><published>2008-04-04T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:13.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reposa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R_Ya-E35KeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vm7hxJv-7SI/s1600-h/vale.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R_Ya-E35KeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vm7hxJv-7SI/s320/vale.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185361674726091234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desde joven. has aprendido. lo que es. el dolor. seras bueno. dandolo. &lt;br /&gt;quien esta a tu lado. ella. y tu. el mejor golpe. el que se da. en el alma. su inconciente. tu aliado.  indefinido. frases breves. ella. dice. por ejemplo. que tu cuerpo. da asco. dice. creo. ya no. te amo. seduce. a la persona. mas cercana. a tu corazon. veras. pronto querras masticar vidrios. cortarte el cuerpo. escapar. por un diminuto poro. no podras. estas encerrado. en tu asqueroso cuerpo. es tu jaula. donde un animal. salvaje y maloliente. enloquece. todas las noches. se corta. el dolor. fisico. el olvido. del otro dolor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-478309876193897970?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/478309876193897970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=478309876193897970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/478309876193897970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/478309876193897970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/04/reposa.html' title='reposa.'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R_Ya-E35KeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vm7hxJv-7SI/s72-c/vale.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-2468390505994854271</id><published>2008-03-28T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:14.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me enciendo</title><content type='html'>el mundo. se apaga. yo. me quedo. quieto. el motor que hace falta. lo tengo. la noche. se oscurece. me enciendo. ilumino. mi ciudad. a media luz. los dos. energia. que no se encuentra. con el todo. todo fluye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R-01m035KcI/AAAAAAAAALs/vSAsARYKf8g/s1600-h/principito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R-01m035KcI/AAAAAAAAALs/vSAsARYKf8g/s400/principito.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182857687317686722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo peor. es estar. tenso. la energia. se trasforma. en espinas. en ocasiones. vale la pena. si hablaramos. de una rosa. eres una rosa. sabes. de colores. de silencio. perfume. soledad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-2468390505994854271?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/2468390505994854271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=2468390505994854271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-5989575297841370827</id><published>2008-03-19T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:14.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfectamente.(marta).</title><content type='html'>al cabo. de quince años. es normal. que uno. deje de querer. lo contrario. seria. lo sorprendente. has cometido. el error. de creer. en las historias de amor. que duraban. es cuestion. de estadisticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R-GrA035KbI/AAAAAAAAALk/IvkUd-Vp-uI/s1600-h/Marta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R-GrA035KbI/AAAAAAAAALk/IvkUd-Vp-uI/s400/Marta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179609077134207410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando apuestas. al amor. te adjudicas. una oportunidad. de quedarte. plantado. con las manos. vacias. una puerta cerrada. que no se abrira. jamas. un numero malo. y pierdes. el corazon. en cuanto a mi. se que no. me sacrificare. por nadie. mi vida. me conviene. perfectamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-5989575297841370827?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/5989575297841370827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=5989575297841370827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/5989575297841370827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/5989575297841370827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/03/perfectamentemarta.html' title='perfectamente.(marta).'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R-GrA035KbI/AAAAAAAAALk/IvkUd-Vp-uI/s72-c/Marta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-2587052235824243042</id><published>2008-03-15T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:15.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ella. y su perro.</title><content type='html'>el alma. como ropa tendida. espera. dolorosos broches. silencio de sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R92kgZPfddI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hskfvgzzE_c/s1600-h/ropa-tendida%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R92kgZPfddI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hskfvgzzE_c/s320/ropa-tendida%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178476022984570322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queda. el cariño. el abandono. un niño. en una plaza. que nadie. quiere. reunion permanente. con las hojas muertas. del otoño. ella. mira. llena. de ternura. un pajaro. muerto. en la calle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R92if5PfdcI/AAAAAAAAALI/UHZX0CfYEpg/s1600-h/pajarillo-al-sol%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R92if5PfdcI/AAAAAAAAALI/UHZX0CfYEpg/s320/pajarillo-al-sol%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178473815371380162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella. mira. disgustada. consternada. cierta desazon. soy. su mascota. ella. y su perro. rabioso. a punto de ser. sacrificado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R92lhpPfdeI/AAAAAAAAALY/S9jpqDisMRg/s1600-h/2005032222perro_muerto_20050322_o_g%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R92lhpPfdeI/AAAAAAAAALY/S9jpqDisMRg/s320/2005032222perro_muerto_20050322_o_g%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178477143971034594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-2587052235824243042?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/2587052235824243042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=2587052235824243042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/2587052235824243042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/2587052235824243042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/03/ella-y-su-perro.html' title='ella. y su perro.'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R92kgZPfddI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hskfvgzzE_c/s72-c/ropa-tendida%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-5702118315808476564</id><published>2008-03-05T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:15.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cerca</title><content type='html'>escondido. en lugares. que no recorres. en lugares. vacios. oscuros. sin. deseo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R88e1FgDh2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/QSiBCes0UL0/s1600-h/bols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R88e1FgDh2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/QSiBCes0UL0/s320/bols.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174388394230515554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te percibo. te espio. soy. la rata que no. anida en tu corazon. tu amigo. salvaje. soy. la parte intermedia. de un guante. entre. lo que no toca. entre. lo que no siente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R88hq1gDh4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TWIktLYyOVQ/s1600-h/cortina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R88hq1gDh4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TWIktLYyOVQ/s320/cortina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174391516671739778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mistico. te doy. mi espalda. para no morir. al sentirte. cerca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R88lcFgDh5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6A8Bz_pIC7Q/s1600-h/IMGP0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R88lcFgDh5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6A8Bz_pIC7Q/s320/IMGP0530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174395661315180434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-5702118315808476564?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/5702118315808476564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=5702118315808476564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/5702118315808476564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/5702118315808476564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/03/cerca.html' title='cerca'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R88e1FgDh2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/QSiBCes0UL0/s72-c/bols.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-5092421408536650562</id><published>2008-02-29T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:15.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>encantadora</title><content type='html'>primero. el vidrio. luego. la ventana. las gotas. mil ventanas. una. resulta encantadora. en ella. hay. un bosque. una cena. una fiesta. solo. para mi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R8i7KNh5IrI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7smwguOVB08/s1600-h/IMGP0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R8i7KNh5IrI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7smwguOVB08/s400/IMGP0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172589956139918002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otoño. los arboles se desnudan. alegria. de las hojas. al caer. el viento. abre mis brazos. para bailar. soy feliz. me dejo. caer. abrumado. de sentidos. una hormiga. viene. a saludarme. luego. otra. me invitan. a su veneno. tres garrapatas. pequeñisimas. se han montado. en mis parpados. prueban. un poco de mi. eres delicioso. dice una. todos comen. sonrio. no modestamente. poseo. virtudes. incluso. un caracol. hace de mis labios. un amante. ocasional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-5092421408536650562?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/5092421408536650562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=5092421408536650562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/5092421408536650562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/5092421408536650562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/02/encantadora.html' title='encantadora'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R8i7KNh5IrI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7smwguOVB08/s72-c/IMGP0105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-8110755800060423697</id><published>2008-02-24T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:16.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el cielo</title><content type='html'>hay un horizonte. trazado. por sus cejas. bajo las cuales. todo el cielo. pasa. un cielo. de cerveza. de venenos. adormecidos. un cielo. donde un enamorado. se suicida. un cielo. que contiene. frascos de muerte. cicuta bebida en sueños. un cielo. que posee. las furia. del amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R8Gnsv5QL3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/InKZraLGd8s/s1600-h/cielo%2520tramonto%2520nuvole%2520(sfondo%2520wallpaper%25201024x768).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R8Gnsv5QL3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/InKZraLGd8s/s320/cielo%2520tramonto%2520nuvole%2520(sfondo%2520wallpaper%25201024x768).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170598234410725234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya no puedes ser casto. ni espantar el cielo. como si de moscas azules. se tratara. el tiempo. es extrañamente lindo. porque ahora. solo. puede ser. lindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R8GoSv5QL4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/4zGVtD0wY2o/s1600-h/cielo210307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R8GoSv5QL4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/4zGVtD0wY2o/s320/cielo210307.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170598887245754242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el sexo. late. tan fuerte. como el sol. sobre la tierra. germinan. las adormideras. semillas. de mostaza. cargadas de locura. el sexo. exquisito. como una fruta. madura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R8Govf5QL5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/6g6MBYavjXk/s1600-h/cielo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R8Govf5QL5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/6g6MBYavjXk/s320/cielo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170599381166993298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dormimos. desnudos. sobre hiedras. el amor. como el cielo. tan grande. como en los cuentos. el amor. como en la pintura. el amor. como todo. lo que es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R8GpG_5QL6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ORk0KjRBkOQ/s1600-h/Mar_y_Cielo_Azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R8GpG_5QL6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ORk0KjRBkOQ/s320/Mar_y_Cielo_Azul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170599784893919138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-8110755800060423697?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/8110755800060423697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=8110755800060423697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-7201672823382180460</id><published>2008-02-15T05:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:16.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el mar</title><content type='html'>nada puedo contra eso. la vida. es buena. porque ella esta. frente a mi. se desliza. entre sus estados. vive. y en ella. las cosas giran. en silencio. de arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R7WYv_5QL1I/AAAAAAAAAII/qBpKxEQChYY/s1600-h/libro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R7WYv_5QL1I/AAAAAAAAAII/qBpKxEQChYY/s320/libro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167204097850355538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no importa que el amor sea menos. o mas. puede agitarse. deslizarse. evolucionar. encontrarse. sobrenadar. &lt;br /&gt;cuantos libros. entre su pensamiento y el sueño. cuantas perdidas. y mientras tanto. que hacia con su corazon? es sorprendente. todavía le queda un poco. y ahí esta. enigmatica. viviente. como un arbusto. petrificado. por el mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R7WZbv5QL2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e9E2nX54R_c/s1600-h/orilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R7WZbv5QL2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e9E2nX54R_c/s320/orilla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167204849469632354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-7201672823382180460?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/7201672823382180460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R7WYv_5QL1I/AAAAAAAAAII/qBpKxEQChYY/s72-c/libro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-1798057422104451634</id><published>2008-02-12T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:17.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el bosque</title><content type='html'>desnuda. por las noches. se baña en el pantano. mil sapos. fecundan. espermas. espumas. piel. luna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R7IvFf5QLxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YKfdGDSlYMc/s1600-h/IMGP0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R7IvFf5QLxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YKfdGDSlYMc/s320/IMGP0269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166243494054866706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfumada de toxinas. descansa. ensueños de una princesa. escapa por el bosque. magico. tenebroso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R7Ix_v5QLyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_BIF3ojgzYc/s1600-h/bosque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R7Ix_v5QLyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_BIF3ojgzYc/s320/bosque.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166246693805502242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adiestrado. como conejo. el principe pretende. en vanidad femenina. salvarla. de si misma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R7I0Vv5QL0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/4yZUT38El8Q/s1600-h/ojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R7I0Vv5QL0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/4yZUT38El8Q/s200/ojo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166249270785879874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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bosque'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R7IvFf5QLxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YKfdGDSlYMc/s72-c/IMGP0269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-225206443796133037</id><published>2008-02-06T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:17.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>imagen guardada</title><content type='html'>en un giro. nacen las montañas. sagradas. los caminos que entrañas. nacen. de ti. naturaleza encantada. un verde. ilusiones. intentos. desmoronamientos. en un giro. el horizonte te contempla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6nYJpwXbcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fYwK6imreek/s1600-h/monta%C3%B1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6nYJpwXbcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fYwK6imreek/s320/monta%C3%B1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163896108096122306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silencio. entre nosotros. soldados. de una guerra. la vida. &lt;br /&gt;instante preferido. imagen guardada. para encontrarnos. con la muerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6nX_JwXbbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MJI7DOGOwFE/s1600-h/nosotros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6nX_JwXbbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MJI7DOGOwFE/s200/nosotros.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163895927707495858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instante preferido. vas a mirarme. en el brillo. liquido. de tus ojos. descanso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-225206443796133037?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/225206443796133037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=225206443796133037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/225206443796133037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/225206443796133037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/02/en-un-giro.html' title='imagen guardada'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6nYJpwXbcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fYwK6imreek/s72-c/monta%C3%B1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-129881639612716584</id><published>2008-02-01T09:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:17.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el milagro de la carne</title><content type='html'>el deseo. los contactos mas ligeros. superficiales. bastan. para hartarlo. insisten. te envuelven. dejas de ser. como en sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6Y365wXbQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3rXdJ58PK9I/s1600-h/IMGP0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6Y365wXbQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3rXdJ58PK9I/s320/IMGP0556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162875507902475522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella. criatura unica. parcelas de su cuerpo. significaciones trastornadoras. su ser. hostiga. como una musica. atormenta. pasa de la periferia. a mi centro. llegando a ser. mas imprescindible. que mi propio ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6Y8IpwXbUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/z9XozhJUCPY/s1600-h/IMGP0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6Y8IpwXbUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/z9XozhJUCPY/s320/IMGP0554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162880142172187970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-129881639612716584?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/129881639612716584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=129881639612716584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/129881639612716584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/129881639612716584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/02/el-milagro-de-la-carne.html' title='el milagro de la carne'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6Y365wXbQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3rXdJ58PK9I/s72-c/IMGP0556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-614527654594367051</id><published>2008-01-30T05:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:23:18.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la vida es bella</title><content type='html'>yo. al verte sonreir. soy. el niño que ayer fui. si. yo velo por tus sueños. el miedo. no vendra. y asi sabras. lo bello. que es vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6D1QpwXbJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jF5nNszC1yw/s1600-h/rodillas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6D1QpwXbJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jF5nNszC1yw/s200/rodillas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161394839402015890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caen. mis lagrimas al mar. tu. no me veras. llorar. es que solo tu alegria. amansa mi dolor. y asi yo se. lo bello. que es vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6CFlpwXbGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CowfbXCBmvo/s1600-h/manos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6CFlpwXbGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CowfbXCBmvo/s200/manos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161272054876957794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si. mi corazon. siempre estara. donde. este tu corazon. si. tu no dejas de luchar. Y. nunca pierdas la ilusion. nunca olvides. que al final. habra un lugar para el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6CF3pwXbHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WZmWQ9UgalA/s1600-h/la+balsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6CF3pwXbHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WZmWQ9UgalA/s200/la+balsa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161272364114603122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu. no dejes de jugar. no. nunca pares de soñar. que una noche. la tristeza. se ira. sin avisar. y al fin sabras. lo bello. que es vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6D2JpwXbKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qCsMuuFtIuI/s1600-h/balsa+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6D2JpwXbKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qCsMuuFtIuI/s200/balsa+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161395818654559394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-614527654594367051?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/614527654594367051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=614527654594367051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/614527654594367051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/614527654594367051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/01/la-vida-es-bella_30.html' title='la vida es bella'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R6D1QpwXbJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jF5nNszC1yw/s72-c/rodillas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624874799751033138.post-9221666856587704142</id><published>2008-01-25T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T14:17:10.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>encuentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5624874799751033138-9221666856587704142?l=ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/feeds/9221666856587704142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624874799751033138&amp;postID=9221666856587704142&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/9221666856587704142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624874799751033138/posts/default/9221666856587704142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ella-ezequiel.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='encuentro'/><author><name>ezequiel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698893373985463517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Bg59D0kCp0k/R9xaw5PfdWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qX9xdboJG8s/S220/ez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
